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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Deserve It || valentine's day piece #1

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: valentines day is scotty's valentine holiday. why? because she gets to shower you with love in every way she believes you deserve.

word court: 3.3k

contains: smut with literally no plot (18+), praise!kink, strap!scotty, softdom!scotty, bottom!reader, fingering, oral (reader receiving because scotty is a munch!), smidge of fluff, scotty has a pain kink?

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divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: happy valentine's day my people! this was fun to write. i always enjoy writing for my baby scotty i love her bad. i enjoyed writing her from this perspective because what if scotty is lowkey a dom, i wouldn't put it past her. idk personally i think this is very tame compared to other things i've written lol. also it's canon that scotty loves valentines day because like... it's scotty. enjoy <333

“Scotty, baby, if I eat another piece of chocolate I'm gonna throw up.” Your girlfriend had made a task for herself: Pamper and please you for the duration of the day. Scotty adored Valentine’s Day for this reason alone. Ensuring that you were surrounded by love was her favorite activity and number one priority. It was a year-round occurrence of course, but on the fourteenth of February, she soared to new heights with the ways she chose to express her love for you.

Pink and red balloons floated in every corner of your apartment, each with a cheesy line imprinted on them.

Cupid called. He says that he needs my heart back.

I bought you a dictionary for V-Day because, you know, you add meaning to my life.

This Valentine’s Day, let’s make like fabric softener and Snuggle.

Scotty hung love hearts from the ceiling, ones you were certain she cut out herself. Rose petals dusted the floor and you’d received seven bouquets of flowers that morning alone, on top of the plethora of gifts, the cards, the sweets.

Any other day in the year, it would be possible to have her tone it down, but on Valentine’s Day, Scotty’s love and affection knew no bounds. And luckily for her, you were quite fond of her attention. You loved when all of her focus was on you, even if she teetered on the edge of overdoing it.

You heard her grumble, but she granted your request, dropping the delectable candy back into the heart-shaped box. She wouldn't complain, not out loud, and not if she thought her actions could make you sick. A silent victory for you and your stuffed stomach. You laid back against the couch finally, allowing your girlfriend to settle comfortably into you.

Scotty rested her head against your abdomen, arms wrapping around your waist from her position between your thighs. Her nimble digits stalked your clothed skin, creating a seamless transition from gentle graze to demanding massage. There was a moan, a low one, it expanded inside you with a plan to free itself. And it was the reaction she sought after, her intention made known when she smiled against you.

“Scotty.” Your voice a warning, one she did not heed.

Her giggle reverberated through you and she turned her head toward the TV, “I didn't do anything.”

“Yeah, but I know what you want to do.”

“If you know, then why can't I do it?” She quipped and her hand trekked closer to your center. Her lips were wet and wanting with each kiss she planted on your tummy. Familiarity from the sensation relaxed you, urging her to continue. Circles, cautious ones, were being rubbed into your clit above your leggings. You leaked through the fabric at the contact, dampening your crotch and her working fingers.

A whimper flew from your throat, one Scotty read as a plea. “Do you like this?”

“Yes.” It was a huff, the word itself buried beneath your breath. She kept going, pushing onto her knees between you. Lips traveled your upper body, famished, searching for yours and their ability to satisfy hunger. You pulled her face in, breathing hot air into her mouth as your tongues danced. Scotty rubbed your pussy through thin tights still, and a faint squish was now becoming audible at your core.

You pulled her closer, kissing her harder, rougher. Your hips rolled into her touch and she could tell you were in need of direct contact. Her lips met your exposed neck, trailing open-mouth kisses along it. Breathing her in was second nature. Three distinct scents intermingled on her person: Her oaky cologne, the one you’d bought for her. The last two, sweat and unyielding lust paired perfectly with the prominent aroma.

You loved them all, inhaling her as she slipped her hand beneath your waistband. “I love that you never wear underwear.”

Scotty's remark pulled a light giggle out of you, one that quickly morphed into a hard moan when she sunk two fingers inside your awaiting hole. She pumped in and out at the most excruciatingly slow pace known to man, taking time to bask in your wetness, to brush your walls with the pads of her fingertips. Her strides elongated, digits slick as they moved within your tight cunt.

This was Scotty's way. She took her time with you, always. The flat of her palm nudged your growing clit with each thrust. Her digits spread inside you, stretching you and making you crave more.

“Fuck…” She exhaled, letting her tongue lap your neck and her teeth sink into the flesh there. Scotty was fond of marking you; it drove her crazy, the idea that she could nip at your skin so tenderly, that she could suck your bobbing throat and leave bruises behind. Deep purple, eye-catching, and uniquely crafted by her mouth and no one else's. You were hers. “You're really wet, baby.”

All you could manage was a groan as you rocked your hips into her teasing fingers. Her speed slowed and Scotty had pushed off you.

“Lift your hips for me.” Raspy. Low. That's how her voice came out, a dip you’d never heard from her before, but it did its part in turning you on. You did as she said, pushing off the indented couch so she could slide your bottoms down.

They were off in seconds and your girlfriend tossed them across your shared living room. Cool air struck your most delicate, making you gasp and shiver alike. Scotty enjoyed the sight laid out before her, you could tell. Half-lidded eyes scanned her form: She kneeled between you, knees digging into the sofa, keeping your own apart as she watched your slick leak from your pussy, onto the cushions. Her tongue darted out to lick her lips; she was drooling, feening from the mere idea of tasting you.

“Baby please touch me.” Your own words jerked your body and Scotty grinned. She allowed her thumb to push through your dampened folds, stopping at your clit, and began repeating her actions from moments ago. Gentle rubs, caring strokes. She wanted to make you wait for it, push you to beg for it, the darkened hue in her irises told you as much.

Scotty's hand rose to her lips, sucking, letting her thumb pacify her. It did nothing to stifle her moan though, your pussy was her favorite flavor, and she always made a point to let you know just how much she enjoyed it. Her eyes were locked on you the entire time she spent sucking her digit clean, tugging on your want. God, you wanted her.

You watched as she laid flat onto her stomach, she smacked your thigh harshly, and you giggled. Long legs spread wide, sloping over her shoulders as she began her descent. Scotty’s warm breath hit your center, mingling with your own expelling heated wetness.

“Oh fuck!” That tongue of hers, impatient as ever, eager as ever. It made a home in your hole instantly and you cried out, her name dripping seductively from your parted lips. Scotty was hungry for you, ravenous as she lapped you. A kiss, a soft one, planted directly on your throbbing clit caused you to buck into her face. Her lips wrapped around the bud soon after, sucking as if her life depended on it.

She slurped you skillfully, gripping firmly to your hips as your body writhed for her. Desperate pants climbed out from your lungs and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Scotty, Scotty, baby l-look at me.”

And she did. Her pretty brown eyes found yours and they took you in, watching you react to her lips around your clit and her tongue in your hole. Scotty took in what she was doing to you. She was in awe of how worked up she made you, how wet she made you. This happened frequently, it was as though she couldn't comprehend her hold on you. She evidently loved it, she loved owning you, but the very notion puzzled her.

Both of your eyes trained on each other as you watched her eat you out. The sensation was otherworldly, the whirling, the building. A heavy release was right around the corner. Scotty's tongue was powerful, and the moment she added fingers to the equation you lost it. You screamed, bliss clouding your vision, your wetness as loud as your moans.

Scotty saw all of this. She watched every emotion dance across your features with a prideful smile of her own. “That's it, that's it baby. Am I making you feel good?”

“Fuck Scotty, so good!” You held her head, eyes boring deep into hers. “I love you so much.”

She hummed against your cunt, fingers accelerating, beckoning your orgasm forth. “You going to come for me? Hmm? Come hard around my fingers baby girl?”

There was that tone again. It was deeper than before and almost enough to send you. Your wails filled the room the deeper her fingers drove and you matched every one of her thrusts.

You nodded, breaking your intense eye contact to shut your eyes tight. You were heaving, so consumed by pleasure and completely overwhelmed by lust.

“Uh uh, keep those eyes on me.” She slithered up your half-naked body, gripping your chin and lowering your eyes to hers. “There we go. I need to see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”

Her fingers were still buried inside you as she spoke and her lips hovered over yours. You needed her to kiss you, you were desperate for her tongue to be down your throat, but Scotty had other plans it seemed.

She did kiss you, but it was barely that. The action was closer to a peck, and it made you whine. Scotty laughed, completely aware of what she was doing.

“Scotty, I need more.” You breathed out against her mouth and she nodded.

“I know, I know. I'm gonna give you more.” Stormy eyes took in all of you, and for the first time in two years, they were unreadable.

She reached for your top, pulling it over your head and discarding it immediately. You were fully nude now and your girlfriend looked ready to devour every inch of you as you peered up at her.

Her eyes flicked to your pussy, where she pushed two fingers back into you, but it wasn't enough. Lips and teeth were on your bare breast, suckling you lovingly. She swirled her tongue around your nipple, leaving strings of spit behind before switching to the other.

Scotty added another finger and you gasped as she pumped you leisurely. You breathed in deep, matching her falling chest. Her eyes carried something, it was hard to decipher at first, but when she spoke, you smiled knowingly.

“I-I wanna do it, try it at least, if it's something that's gonna make you happy. I wanna make you happy.”

You bit your lip timidly, “Yeah? What do you wanna try Scotty?”

“You already know what I’m talking about, please don't make me say it.” Flustering her, even now when she'd been her most controlling, was still the easiest thing in the world.

“No, I need to hear it.”

She whined in protest, but you stood firm in your demand. “Tell me what you wanna do to me Scotty baby.”

“I want to–” She froze, locking the words away and you grinned wider.

“You want to…”

“I want to f-fuck you.”

You moaned, from her words alone, and she seized the opportunity to gain the upper hand again. “I wanna fuck you, wanna make you feel so good baby.”

“Shit Scotty, do whatever you want!” The thrusts of her fingers sped up, and you felt it, the etchings of your orgasm. It was right there, so close you envisioned tasting it. But it never came. Scotty had committed her first act of cruelty, the only one in all her life — she’d denied you your release.

Her fingers left your wet yearning hole and were stuffed into your mouth rather harshly, stopping your whines and shutting you up. “Not yet.”

This surge of dominance taking over her body soaked you even more. Usually, you were in the driver's seat. Even when you weren't, you were. It was how she preferred things, or so you thought. Questioning your roles in the bedroom never crossed your mind until now, and you felt some guilt from that if you were being honest.

Had this been something she'd wanted? To be more commanding during sex? Why hadn't she said anything? Why didn't you ask? Question after question stampeded your brain. Her lips were on your neck again and you hadn't noticed.

“Babe, you okay? If you don't want me to I–” Her eyes housed concern because of course they did, of course she noticed when you stiffened beneath her. It was Scotty, your Scotty. All she ever did was look after you. And you couldn't wrestle away the feeling climbing your throat, the feeling that you weren't providing the same comfort as she did, not in the same capacity anyway.

You cupped her cheek reassuringly, “Oh I definitely want you to. But I wanna be sure you want to.”

“I do.” And that was final. You granted her permission to retrieve your strap-on from the bedroom and she clapped giddily. Scotty kissed you hard before pushing off you and skipping off down the hall. You couldn't help but smile at her excitement.

When she returned, she held the harness and lube in one hand and the reasonably sized dildo in the other. “I think I’m gonna need some help putting this on, baby.”

Your laugh came out louder than intended and she blushed. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh, come let me help you.”

You helped her undress while placing soft kisses along her sides. She giggled in that cute way you loved, alerting you that her insecurities had simmered and she was ready to put it on. You assisted her in securing the toy and adjusted the straps to her body.

Once you’d laid back down on the couch, Scotty’s frame hovered above you. Her nerves had returned because she hesitated. A kiss could fix all of that, she needed only be reminded how much you needed her, how much you trusted her. She smiled into it, letting her eyes fall shut and she exhaled.

“Don't be nervous babe. I trust you.” You reached your hand between both your bodies, gripping the lathered dildo, and positioned it at your entrance. “I'm ready for you.”

Scotty obliged, allowing you to guide her carefully at first. The feeling of her entering you was overwhelming, the stretch burning only slightly. She moved in gently, pushing the entire length of the strap inside your wanting hole.

“Oh god!” Your cry escaped you, jumping from your mouth to her ears. It was enough to set a fire inside her, one that blazed confidently. Her thrusts picked up and so did your breathing. Scotty gripped your hips, pressing into your sensitive impressionable skin with her thumbs as she fucked into you. Wet lips caught yours for a passion-filled kiss and you wrapped your legs around her back.

She rocked into you, splashing your wetness everywhere and the pressure built. You felt every inch of the toy, every divot as it grazed your wet walls.

Your pussy swallowed it, squishing louder with each buck of your girlfriend’s hips. “Is that good?”

She was panting, eyes locked on your face and the way only she made it contort from pleasure. “Fuck baby that's perfect! A little harder please!”

“No. I want you to feel everything I'm giving you.” She continued her languid jolts, slow and steady, and you wanted to cry.

The deeper she sunk, the higher you soared. You were a bird, majestic and lively, freed from captivity. Scotty’s lengthy strokes freed you, they were pulling you home, pulling you to where you belonged. You belonged with her, beneath her body, in her arms. She fucked you her way, in the way that was best for you and you accepted every bit of it, every inch of her.

“Mm fuck me baby!”

“You know why I'm doing this? Hmm?” Scotty nestled her face into your sweaty neck, biting the spot lightly. The action steadied her somehow, allowing her to dive the dildo in further. This angle was new, but held the same severity.

“Because you deserve it,” She pulled out, then pushed all the way back in without warning. “You're so good to me, so perfect for me, I need you to know that. Do you know that?”

You nodded, but Scotty wasn't satisfied. “Words babe, wanna hear it.”

You would never tire of that bass in her voice. You needed it there forever, you needed this domineering side of your sweet Scotty to exist forever. “I'm perfect for you, shit!”

“Yes, you are. My perfect girl!” Gradually, she sped up, fucking you hard, making you cry her name again and again. Every jerk of her hips drew your orgasm near and you latched on to that feeling, that incessant tug.

She pecked your chest before pulling your hard nipple between her lips. “This how you wanted it?”

“Just like that Scotty, fuck just like that!” The tears were rolling now, yours and hers. A salty kiss solidifying all of it, everything you felt for Scotty.

“Is my perfect girl gonna come for me?”

Fingernails burrowed into her shoulder blades, breaking skin with their ferocity. The stabbing pain caused her to wail, but there was enjoyment there in her eyes, pure arousal. She liked it. Scotty liked the pain. As if you needed yet another reason to find her sexy. “Yes! Make me come, please I need it!”

“That's it! Do it for me, come for me baby girl!”

One last shaky thrust knocked you out of reality and into a world where only the two of you existed. All you saw was her: her lips, her eyes, her smile. Your mind was clouded with images of Scotty, your Scotty. This orgasm, its intensity, was nothing similar to those in your past. It slithered through you, coating every nerve in your being. The shock of it made you numb to any other existing feeling. All you knew was this, all you wanted to know was the enveloping feeling of coming with Scotty deep inside you.

Your entire body twitched as she fucked you through it. It was all too much, but you were still left wanting more of her.

Scotty eased out of your used hole and watched it clench, immediately missing the feeling of being filled. You were shaking beneath her still and she kissed your waist to calm you.

“I know baby, I know.”

You tried for words, but none came and your vision had yet to return to normal. “I–”

“Shhh. It's okay. How about a massage? Does that sound nice?” You replied the only way you knew how, with an unsteady nod.

She leaned in, placing a kiss against your temple, then your lips. “I love you.”

“I–I love you too, Scotty. So much. Thank you.”

“Oh babe, you deserve this and more. You deserve everything.”

Her grin reached her eyes and you matched it. “Was it good? Did I… did you enjoy yourself?”

And just like that, your timid baby had returned, seeking your approval, needing you to put her mind at ease. “That was truly the best sex of my life Scotty, a very unforgettable Valentine’s Day.”

“Wait til you see what I have planned for tonight!” She smiled wide, then she was off, sprinting to the room to get her massage oils as promised.

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"Fuck Scotty! Baby I'm close!" Your head hit her shoulder as you bounced on the strap. You were on your fourth orgasm of the night, barely able to stay upright, but your girlfriend insisted you ride her.

Her forearm looped around your middle, existing as the only thing steadying you, and you were grateful for the hold. "Not yet, hold it!"

You were trying, god you were trying so hard, but restraint was something that slipped away from you. Especially with the way Scotty had been tossing you around all day. There was no rest for you and you were beginning to suspect she liked you this way.

She pushed into you just as you came down on her and you shrieked, unconsciously sinking your teeth into her shoulder.

"Ahh! Do that again!" The back of her head collided with the headboard as her free hand found your clit. That was the thing to drive it all home for you. Your fingernails dug deep into her back, teeth chomped hard on her shoulder, and you were unfurling with Scotty inside you, knocking against your g-spot.

A scream of her own was not far off, following yours closely, and she let you fall into the covers.

"Did you–" You grinned wide and her blush came quick.

Scotty nodded, "I did."

The idea of her coming untouched, coming from the simple act of fucking you was... it was a lot of things. The thought excited you though, maybe a little too much. This day had opened your mind to a slew of new things about your Scotty, and you were learning a lot about yourself as well.

You were beginning to understand why your girlfriend loved this day so much.

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axailslink · 1 year

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Am I extra? Yes

But I can't get it out of my head good lawd have mercy

Look at the tongue LAwDY

Okay but we saw that not wanting to pull away

And now I have some kissing inspiration hehehe

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gweelczz · 10 months

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“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N’s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

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bbxnny-bbxtch · 1 year

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Random First Date w/Scotty headcannons 🫶🏽

Having a crush on Scotty is like a battle

She's so oblivious to your obvious advances

She'd go on and on about Yvonne..

She's so loving and just isn't sure how to express it...normally

When she first figured out she had feelings for you she definitely started to avoid you at work

Which was undeniably hard because you sit next to each other and were considerably close

She abused her red cap privilege

Everyone noticed her strange behavior and were very judgmental

She's so damn obvious with it, but you were too

Initially you thought Yvonne had come back from France and you distanced yourself as well

This caused you both to become just..idk a huge ball of sadness. A mess essentially

Dean had to slap you and tell you Scotty liked you back and THATS why she was avoiding you

Big slap in the face honestly

So, one day after your shift you left early to meet her at her van

She rushed out as she usually does, trying to avoid you. Not noticing you were leaning on the driver's side door

"So..you gonna ask me out soon or what?"

you're such a cocky bitch

Her shy smiles were so endearing you just couldn't help it. You did grab her by her waist and smirk as you whispered in her ear

"Come on, we have lots to talk about love"

You just sorta got in her van and let her drive you around as you both talked it out

You carried the conversation basically

She's so fucking fidgety and cute at first.

Later on she'd become more dominant and took lead

This kinda left you in a stupor..bc WTFFF

Switch x Switch supremacy tho

She took you out to a movie 🥹

Neither of you watched that bs though..

She's so sly, she chose a boring movie on purpose so that you guys could kiss and touch flirt in the back of the theater

She drove you home of course

After your first date she camped outside of your apartment in the van.

She'd be super shy initially when you came outside in the morning and found her there sleeping

But honestly- you thought it was cute

The thought of her wanting to protect you and watch you through the night hsjjfksk

So...first Scotty thing I've done and I love it tbh (i love her.) I need more Scotty content she's just so adorable...

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cafehyunji · 11 months

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Update on Heaven To Me and Stay The Night

I hope to finish these after graduation ( if that’s fucking possible 😐)

I’ll be creating a tag list for these fics, so just comment to be in them. I’ll be making a google form for tags later on.

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stars4chratt · 2 months

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Pins n' Needles

Pairing: Chris x fem!reader

Contents: piercing shop, piercer!Chris

Warnings: SMUTTYYY / blowjob / public sex (kinda) / male stimulation / throat fuck / praise / pet names; (ma, mama, sweetheart, sugar, doll, good girl) / begging if you squint / switch Chris / Chris + vertical labret, eyebrow & tongue pierced / implied aftercare

Summary: The reader has a booked appointment with Chris to get a new piercing, you’ve become a regular at his shop from the few piercings you’ve gotten before. Unbeknownst to you, he’ll be doing more than just sticking a needle in this time.

Author’s note: Hey y’all, this is my first ever fic I’m posting on my blog. I’ll keep this note short n’ sweet but I hope you guys like it!! Please also give me feedback/constructive criticism because I want my writing to be 100% satisfactory for you all. This is also VERY long; apologies in advance, but again I hope you enjoy it!! From Maxine, with love ❣.

“I wanna put you in my mouth… I wanna crush you in my jaws.” - IN MY MOUTH, BLACK DRESSES

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You were full of anticipation while dreaming of getting yet another piercing done. You really loved your others you received before, and you never once had an issue with them rejecting or becoming infected. It’s what made this particular location your favourite.

As you climb down the steps to the bottom floor of a punk-rock, alternative store; it reveals a funky, LED-lit piercing shop. To the right, there stood a desk with posters of underground grunge bands that mixed soulfully with big and upcoming rappers and R&B artists hung up on the brick wall.

There’s a mellow softness of music in the background. From what you can hear, it sounds a lot like FE!N by Travis Scott and Playboi Carti. On the opposite side; there were satiny, leather black couches that hung low from the weight of many customers who had sat there before. The place was desolate and quiet, aside from the tunes muffled in the back.

You naturally assumed it was empty and you were simply a bit early, until you heard a door barge open.

As you turn your head 45 degrees to look back at what the sudden clamour was, you see a silhouette of a man staring at you. His brunette hair hangs low over his eyebrows in heavy contrast to his icy blue irises.

The dimness of the room brings shade over his profile but a glimmer of light shines at you from the centre of his lip and eyebrow. He’s dressed up in a plain, black T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had the words “FRESH LOVE” embroidered into the fabric. The Vivienne Westwood orb necklace hanging around his nape glistened that matched his diamond earrings.

The fashion statement he obtains makes you come to the realisation that it was Chris, your body piercer.

Suddenly his cold gaze wipes away once he gets a good look up and down at you, he curls his lips up into a friendly grin and inquires; “Hiya sweetheart. How can I help you today?” The low deepness of his voice makes you jump slightly.

“Hey Chris, I have an appointment booked for 12:30 to get my piercing done.” You reply trying to hide the trembling in your question from the painful mixture of excitement and nervousness.

Chris peers down at the nimble clipboard of names and dates. His slender index finger slides down the paper, he shoots his eyes back up at you for a split second giving you a smirk.

He looks back down to the clipboard and spots your name and taps his finger on it.

He turns his head back up at you with a toothy leer as he states “I always look forward to writing your name on my clipboard, y’know.” The stubble resting peacefully on the sharpness of his cheekbones spike up beautifully. He feeds his bottom lip into his mouth while he beams a smile at you and he grits on the metal ring with his enamels.

You say nothing because you’re too flustered to muster up consonants or vowels. A flush of cherry blossom pink pours over your face in embarrassment at his casual compliments and nicknames.

You’re too sheepish to admit it but you have a massive crush on your body piercer.

He gathers up a long piece of paper that looks like a waiver, he hands it to you as he states; “I need your signature here, as per usual I will be your body piercer for today. If you could be a doll and read the terms and conditions along with the do’s and don’ts that are listed above that would be great. You can follow me into the back once you’re done, sweetheart.”

He stares at you patiently with a light beam on his face while you swivel the pen around on the paper.

You plop the pen down on the hard wooden desk and hand the waiver back to Chris. “Perfect. Thank you sugar. If you could just follow me in here, please?” He makes a beckoning gesture with his hands, his eyebrow ring almost fully hidden under his hair.

“Okay”. You respond, giving him a smile as you walk over to him and make your way into a room behind the establishment you were just in.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Moments later, you’re sitting peacefully on the flat bed. Admiring Chris while he slides on a pair of black latex gloves with his sterilised equipment laying still next to him.

Soon after, he pops open an alcohol pad and sets it down in the metal tray with needles and studs. He turns his body around to face you and he grabs the tray. He approaches you with the alcohol pad in his hand, his figure leaning into your face to wipe at the skin where you wanted your piercing to be.

Chris then acquires a sharp pointed pen and a long needle, he marks your face with a purple line.

“Go and look in the mirror and tell me if you’re happy or not with the position.” You get up on your feet and stroll over to the mirror and turn your face to where the mark sits.

“Mmm, can I have it more to the left please?” You ask him softly, while you stare at your reflection. “Of course, of course. Lemme get that off ya real quick”. You go over to the bed and sit back down in your original position.

Chris is laser focused on your face and he semi-consciously grips your chin so you look the right way and he can mark your face correctly.

This makes your heart almost explode out of you chest. You can feel yourself shiver but you try to refrain from it for you to stay stable under Chris’ touch.

He lets go of your chin and grins ear to ear at you again. “Happy now, sugar?”

You glance over at your reflection, you can clearly view where the mark is. “Yeah, that’s perfect. Thank you.”

“No problemo, sweetheart.” He utters while he positions the needle where the mark is.

“This will hurt..obviously, just take a few deep breaths for me. It will go in on three, one. two. three…”

Instantaneously, you feel a harsh, sharp pain. The needle slithers through your skin smoothly. You hiss at the sudden sting and your eyes start to water. You open your eyes to see Chris admiring you.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it sugar? You did so well for me.” He tugs on his lip ring with his teeth again, showing you how pearly and light ivory white they are.

“Hold on for another second, the jewellery is going in.” You feel another slight pinch, it wasn’t as bad as before yet you still flinched. But Chris’ reassurance made the soreness fade away seconds afterwards.

“Try not to touch it too much, clean it with salt water every day and night and avoid sleeping on it. Leave it in for 6 weeks before getting it replaced and you should be golden.”

You glance back at yourself in the mirror while tears are rolling down your cheeks from the pain earlier. Your face lights up as you see the new shard of stainless steel dug into your skin. “I love it! Thank you, Chris.” You exclaim at him with pure joy, giving him a big smile as you wipe the tears off of your face.

“No worries, sugar. Anything for my favourite customer.” That phrase makes your stomach tingly all the way down to in between your legs. You had to squeeze your thighs to secrete the euphoria Chris’ comments and sweet nothings made you feel.

“How much is this again? I’ll pay you in cash.” You query him. “Oh, you won’t need to pay me with money, sweetheart.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at this statement. You look up at him through your eyelashes for a few seconds with scepticism.

“What do you mean?” You mumble slowly at him while he gazes tenderly down at you.

“You can either pay me a different way, or you can walk out of here with a free piercing. This is sudden, I know that, sugar. But I’m not really feelin’ receiving money from my prettiest customer today.”

Your stomach churns and twists at Chris’ words. The butterflies are scrambling around inside you, to the point where the sensation spreads down to your core. Causing you to become slick with your juices beneath your clothes.

“I-I don’t get what point you’re trying to make, Chris..” You stutter and fumble on your words. Your veins are surging with tension and hesitancy.

“Jeez. Do I have to spell it out for ya, ma?” Ma? That’s a new one. Very similar to the other plain jane nicknames, and yet so different and fulfilling to hear.

Abruptly, Chris starts to inch towards you. You two are only centimetres away from each other, practically breathing on one another.

You feel your heart start to quicken and your breathing pattern to become heavy and irregular. Your heat starts to soak even more as you gawk and admire Chris’ lip piercing now wet with his spit.

“Don’t you have other customers after me..? I’m not sure if this is a good idea Chris..” You break eye contact with his blue rings and start to fidget and twiddle with your fingers.

“Do you not want to..? Shit, I’m sorry ma I didn’t mean to come onto you like that I was just really lookin’ forward to see ya today and I just thought y’would be okay with it like how you’re okay with me calling you sugar n’ stuff like that and-”

You gape at Chris, dumbfounded for a second. You start to hear his Boston accent the more he rambles on in embarrassment. “Chris it’s okay, trust me. I-I do want to… I’ve just never done something like this in a public place.”

His ears perk up and his central lip ring glints, his eyebrow piercing hidden under his locs.

You mentally scream at yourself saying: what the actual fuck is wrong with you?

“We can do whatever you want Chris, does this door have a lock?” You question him poking and prodding at the handle. “I wanna make sure we really, really have privacy.”

Your mind is zooming and sporadically muddling up millions of thoughts. You were asking yourself; Why aren’t you walking out? Why are you doing this for him? He said I could walk out with a free piercing.

“Yes, ma. It has a lock. Also before you ask, I have no other customers after you for today. Did you not notice the poster I put outside? I’m closing up earlier than usual today.”

You feel your face become hot and your body starts to sweat out of every crevice. The colour of your cheeks go scarlet when you realise he did all this for you. He planned all of this out, since the jump. Ever since you put the phone down on him once you booked the appointment.

“Chris..”

“I know, sweetheart. It’s very unexpected. Like I said, you can walk out with the piercing for free. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m not forcing you.”

Somehow, the tenseness in your body loosens. Your muscles stop clenching.

You rush to Chris’ face and pull his lips into yours. Your teeth almost clash into each other. Your puffy, red brims of your mouths intertwine together almost like tying a tight and rigid knot.

You then pull him away from him, both of you trying to catch your breath. Chris ogles at you with his mouth agape yet curved up into a slight smirk.

“What?” You ask. “Didn’t you want this? If you want me to pay you this way, then c’mere. I hope you don’t take cash or card, pretty boy.”

Chris hums in severe approval at your words. He then clasps at your waist and pulls you into another sloppy kiss. More wet and passionate than the one before.

Chris grovels his tongue in between your rows of teeth and you let out a surprised moan at this manoeuvre. Your tongues dance gracefully against each other.

You feel a freezing cold sensation on your lips. The taste of metal consuming your palette. You slowly open your eyes to gaze down at Chris’ mouth… Chris has a tongue piercing.

Your core drips in the slickness of your juice after this information was revealed to you. You no longer held back the temptation and tugged at his lip ring with your teeth.

A choked whine crawls out of Chris’ throat, the grasp on your lower body now tighter and more aggressive. His hot breath combines with yours and condenses the air above you. Making the atmosphere humid and thick. Harder to breathe under your utmost desperation.

“Fuck, Ma. I wanna feel my dick inside your mouth so bad after what my tongue got out of it.” He chuckled, gasping for a breath. Chris’ mouth circling these filthy words on the tip of his tongue to spit them back at you pulls at the tendons of your chest. Your folds become velvety and drenched, almost like his words are casting spells over you. Your mind goes foggy as you both are intoxicated by a horny haze of each other’s presence.

“C’mon then baby, get on the bed.”

“Yes, sugar.” Chris obliges obediently. He rushes to the bed with no delay.

You follow behind and lower yourself down until your full weight is rested on your knees. Focusing on Chris’ craving and horny scrutiny. You slowly part his legs and he lets out a long sigh, throwing his head back and breaking eye contact at your unexpected but swift touch.

“No baby, look at me. Let me see those pretty eyes.” Chris whimpers at your command and drops his head down to take in your eager stare.

You push the hem of his shirt further up his body, leaving his lower abdomen fully exposed as you tangle your fingers around his drawstring playfully.

Chris writhes with impatience while you teasingly remove every article of clothing on his lower half slowly. His chest slowly rises and falls in an irregular pattern. His prick aching to be set free from the enclosure of grey cloth.

You use your teeth to grip onto the material and loosen the knot in his drawstring, the very act of you doing this to Chris makes his dick twitch constantly.

You wrap your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants to steadily pull them down. Chris lifts his hips up gently to allow you to pull them off briskly.

What once were his unseen Calvin Klein boxers, are now fully revealed. He kicks off his sweats for them to fall on the floor. Your manicured hands rub and slide leisurely across his hairy thighs. His happy trail carved out like a perfectly sculpted statue. Curved and slimmed in all the right places.

You then make your way to the throbbing bulge creating a tent in the jet black fabric. Your hands clasp at the tip making Chris jolt and his hips buckle up into your hand.

A quiet “F-fuck..” could be heard spilling out of his mouth. You hum at the pleasurable sight of him. Your body piercer who sticks needles in your skin for your money and satisfaction, has his dick in your hands.

You start to make your way down his shaft. Chris hisses and covers his mouth with his hand while the other grasps at the edge of the bed. Fully concealing his lip ring.

A slow up and down motion is created by your hands on Chris’ cock. His hips thrust upwards again, basically fucking your hand.

You swallow thickly with restlessness and take your hand off of his dick. It sits there pulsing a beat every now and then.

Chris groans dismally. “Please don’t stop mama, you were doing so well. It felt so good..” Chris spews out of his mouth mixed with his loud and rowdy moans. It’s very clear to you that he isn’t ashamed of how good you’re making him feel, so why should you?

You hastily rip off his boxers out of pure greed which makes his dick come sticking out immediately. Smacking his abdomen.

The lust in your eyes intensifies as you stare with your mouth wide open practically drooling and fawning over the thought of what he tastes like on your tongue. The shape. The colour. The size. Holy fuck he had the whole package. Just you imagining him slamming it inside your pussy made you grow carnal with desire.

The vein popping out the side fleshly. His dick practically begging to be sucked and licked at.

You pepper small kisses around his shaft. Chris heaves as his eyes roll into the back of his skull.

“That feel good, angel?” You ask him tantalisingly knowing damn fucking well the answer is yes.

Chris is completely unable to muster up sentences or even words to the point where he just mumbles an “Uh-huh” of approval.

You lick a long stripe up to his tip, making him squirm and whine underneath your touch.

On the spur of the moment, you feel two hands grip onto the back of your head as they force you down onto Chris’ cock. Your lips clench around the very base of his dick.

“Oh, fuck yes.” Chris exclaims. “Your mouth feels so fucking good… yeah take that fucking dick like a good girl.”

Your head bobs up and down on his length at a rapid pace. The tip of his cock grazing the back of your throat makes your eyes water again and your makeup comes running down your face.

“Yes, yes, yes. Oh, sweetheart.. I’m s-so close..” you feel Chris’ fast rhythm start to quiver and twitch uncontrollably. His hips locking into place as his cock sits inside your mouth balls deep.

“I-I’m gonna cum ma.. I’m g-gonna…” at that moment, Chris spews his white load into your mouth. It squirts out of his tip in long, thick ropes as it paints all over your mouth and on your tongue.

He pulls out immediately afterwards. You’re both trying to catch your breath. You feel Chris’ thumb graze against your lip. Your entire throat still coated in his seed. “Swallow.” He commands spitefully.

You close your mouth and gulp down Chris’ warm cum. You have trouble consuming it all in one go from the amount and how thick it was.

Soon after, you stick your tongue back out to show him that it was all gone. You took it all.

“Good girl.” Chris states smiling down at you, pulling his boxers back up. Moments later he reaches to the side counter to get tissues and a hot towel.

“No more money from you, from now on.” He declares.

“No more money.” You repeat, gazing up at him. Still on your knees.

“Good. Now let’s get you cleaned up, sugar.”

.・。.・゜✭・✫・゜・。.

Author’s note no.2: WHEW.. done and dusted. This was actually uber fun to write. Ofc i’ll be writing TONS AND TONS more for you all. I hope you had fun reading this and i’ll see you again soon!

༝༚༝༚, Maxine.

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Love Me Hard, Touch Me Deep

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: given scotty's skittish nature, her stance on talking about anything remotely sexual was in no way surprising. when a drinking game makes you privy to the extent of her inexperience, you reassure her, letting her know you're ready when she is. things ensue when she suddenly informs you that she is.

word count: 10.1k

contains: smut (18+), masturbation, light teasing, fingering, use of toys (dildo, vibrator), tribbing, oral (scotty's a munch), praise!kink, first-time sex, servicebottom!scotty, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, semi possessive!scotty, crying, squirting, fluff

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi @mocha-aya @shinsousliya @bratydoll @shuriswifereal @shuriri4life @shuris-whore @letitias-fav @axailslink @chidinma @xoxo-dede @yvxmpire @generallysapphic @ventingfanfics @mbakuetshurisprincess @quintessencewrites

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: my first time writing scotty smut, who's excited? she's long as hell for absolutely no reason, but i had a blast. i feel like i should say this even though it should be obvious, but i’m not mentally sound so... yeah. consider this an unofficial pt. 2 to go easy on me. same reader, same scotty. at least that's how i imagined it, but both parts can be standalones. that gif kinda does something to me a little bit idk. this is also a combination of a few different requests i got, so if you see something you sent in, just know i saw your stuff! i just couldn't choose. anywho, hope youse enjoy this filth <333

Soft snores and a head on your chest greeted you as you opened your eyes. Scotty was wrapped around your body like a koala in a tree. She'd slept that way the entire night, breathing in all of you as she dreamt. It was adorable, and waking her seemed cruel. But you had to get to work, the manager at your new job was in no way as lenient as your last. She held you tight, nuzzling closer and you sighed before patting her head. “Babe, you gotta get up or we'll both be late for work.”

Scotty stirred only slightly, but her eyes refused to open. Fighting your smile was impossible. It heated your heart seeing her so comfortable with you, in your bed and in your space. Four months ago you would've never thought this possible. Four months ago you had to console Scotty every other day.

You leaned down, kissing her cheek gently as you rubbed your hands up and down her sides. A quiet whine escaped her and you grinned, she would be awake soon.

Unsticking yourself from her had proven to be a difficult task in the past, when she slept, Scotty clung to you for dear life. It was difficult, but it was doable. Resisting fingers peeled away from your abdomen as you rolled her on her back. You straddled her, knees digging into your mattress on either side of her waist.

Your lips connected with her cheek again, teeth grazing her warm neck, moving lower and lower with each peck. The heat raying off her skin pulled you in closer, warming your insides as you pulled her shirt up, revealing her stomach. Wet lips licked and sucked at her skin, and she shuddered beneath your touch.

Scotty moaned above you, tugging on your hair and halting your descent.

“Good morning.” Her groggy voice was honey coating you, thick and smooth. The thump between your thighs picked up when she pulled you up to her lips, kissing you long and deep. “Sorry about my morning breath, I just needed to kiss you.”

You kissed her again and she giggled. “Morning breath be damned. You can have these lips whenever you want.”

“Yeah?” Another kiss, this one lingering a little.

“Mhmm,” And another. “I have another pair of lips dying to become acquainted with you too.”

When you pulled away, you watched her eyes bolden, just as you’d hoped they would and your laugh was immediate. Scotty cleared her throat awkwardly with a blush, pressing her back against the headboard. “D-Don’t you have to shower? Don’t want to um, be late.”

You mirrored her, sitting up to let the covers fall from your body as you rose to your feet. Eyes were on you as you stretched, wanting eyes. Intense and firey, just as they were the day you met.

You glanced over your shoulder at her, and there they were; big brown eyes studying your hips intently. You’d slept only in your underwear and a tank top, just as you always did when she spent the night. Miles of skin exposed to the air and to your girlfriend, and it was evident she loved the sight of you.

“Do you want to join me?” You gestured to the bathroom, mind trailing to the steaming water that would soon be embracing you. You hadn't experienced any trouble with it since Scotty worked her magic, but she made it a point to check every time she was over.

You were facing her now, and you smirked. Her eyes were locked on your braless boobs in your top, staring unabashedly at your hard nipples. “Did you hear me? Or were you too busy checking me out like usual?”

“What?” She questioned with a swallow.

“Do you want to join me in the shower?”

She flushed at your question, shying away as if she wasn't drooling over your ass only seconds ago. “Oh um, that's alright. You go ahead without me. I’ll have a shower after you.”

“Or you could just join me, babe.” She shook her head again, insisting on letting you enjoy your shower alone. This was a routine, and you knew not to push, you knew when to accept defeat.

Despite her being well acquainted with your bed, and her newfound security in your relationship, seeing you fully naked still made Scotty uneasy. Apologies were issued each time she accidentally caught sight of you in your underwear, and she always offered to leave the room.

You would protest, but she did it anyway, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. It was more endearing than anything. She had not been open about her sexual history, and you never pried. When Scotty was ready, she'd come to you, and you made sure you left room for her to know that, for her to understand time was on her side in that regard.

Seeing her flush at the sight of your bare skin turned you on more than it should though. The thought made your pussy pulse as you stepped into the shower. Before you could stop them, fingers hovered over your heat, pushing through your sticky folds as the warm water adorned you. You rubbed your clit with your thumb, wincing when the shower steam brushed the sensitive nub.

Gentle pumps lubricated your digits as two entered your hole with ease and you flung your head back. In and out, you circled your clit, then pushed back inside the tight space.

“Fuck.” Eyes shut, and back flush against the shower wall, your volume increased as your thrusts gained speed. Bliss consumed you, toying with your impending orgasm. You bucked into yourself, nudging your g-spot with a sharp cry. A long exhale anchored you and your toes began to curl as you slowly climbed a ladder of ecstasy.

All thoughts ran to Scotty as you pleasured yourself. Scotty in her flannels. Scotty wearing only a sports bra and sweats as she fixed your garbage disposal. The way she gripped your thigh on the tube, firm and tight, aware you belonged to her only. “Shit, oh fuck…”

Your slick mingled with the water as you rode your own digits, tweaking and pulling on your right nipple. Scotty was very protective of you. She was quick to yell at a stranger for bumping into you on the street that one time. He was bigger, taller; he towered over her thin frame. But she refused to relent, insistent on defending your honor. Discovering that side of her got you all hot and bothered, the images of her all in his face slipping into your fantasies as you massaged your leaking pussy.

Your profane screams filled the bathroom, ringing in your ears and making you wetter. Fingers scissored your hole, nice and wide and you bit your lip. You imagined Scotty’s fingers working you, imagined her hungry lips nibbling on your earlobe as she whispered dirty words to you.

Your pussy clenched around your digits tight and you dove deeper into yourself. Reaching for the shower head, you propped a leg up on the tub’s edge and brought it to your center. Powerful streams of steaming water met your pulsating clit and your legs wobbled. “Oh yes! Mmm fuck!”

The water was harsh against your cunt, flowing heavy and steady. It felt so good you got lost in the feeling.

“Oh, Scotty.” Shallow breaths huffed her name again and again, chest bouncing under water droplets. You wanted her mouth on you, needed her tongue inside of you. Wet thrusts brought your orgasm closer, taking you higher each time you brushed your special spot. The visual in your mind of your girlfriend's mouth on your cunt, sucking passionately, was the last thing you saw before the stars and sparkles appeared behind your lids.

The showerhead fell from your grip as you came with a scream you knew she heard. An intense orgasm coursed through your quaking body, filling you to the brim. Cum trickled down the inside of your thigh, nice and warm like the water and you smiled. You were floating, thoughts still buzzing with all the sexy things your girlfriend did as you rode it out. You steadied your breathing, squeezing your nipple one last time before retrieving the hose and beginning your shower.

“Scotty, baby can you hand me a towel?” Your head poked out the bathroom door and she was on her feet within seconds. As she approached, you allowed the door to creek open just enough for her to catch a glimpse of your wet skin and identically pierced nipples.

Eyelashes batted innocently at her as she handed you the fluffy cloth. Scotty was having a hard time ripping her eyes away from your droplet-drenched figure, her eyes fanned you up and down before she cleared her throat. “Uh sorry. I can wait in the living room until you're dressed.”

Slowly, the cracked door widened to showcase you in all your nude glory, purple towel bunched in your hands.

“If that's what you wanna do.” Soft and sultry were your words, evidently sucking the air from her lungs as she stammered. Scotty had not met your gaze once, eyes locked on your chest, falling lower with each breath. You began drying your skin in front of her with a smirk, pretending to be oblivious to your effect on her.

When you exited the bathroom, your shoulder brushed hers and you swore you felt each muscle in her arm tense. Damp curls hung around your neck as you bent over to lotion your legs, giving her a full view of your ass and folds. She was staring, her watchful gaze was one you were accustomed to, even with your back turned. You were wet again, and she was aware of it.

A soft moan climbed your throat as you slathered the lotion on your chest and on your breasts, and you watched the sound shock her entire body through the mirror.

Scotty shook her head behind you, desperate for the action to do away with the image of your naked body. “Gonna get off- I mean get in the shower. I’m gonna take a s-shower now.”

You smiled at her, wearing not a fragment of shame, and nodded. “Okay, babe. Have fun.”

You imagine her slamming her back against the door once it closed, chest heaving anxiously from what she'd just witnessed. Once dressed, you slicked your hair into a low puff and moved to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee.

Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from your bedroom, fully clothed, a shy smile tugging on the corners of her lips. “Hi.”

“Hi, babe. Made you coffee, and lunch.” You shoved her lunchbox and thermos toward her and she beamed. She pulled you in for a kiss, tongues dancing and sparks flying. Her whimper was adorable when you grabbed her hands, placing them on your hips. “I like when you touch me here.”

She huffed, clearly flustered, but she pulled you in anyway, fingers indenting your flesh. “Mhmm.”

You pulled away, getting lost in her eyes and she blushed. “We should get going. I'm already late.”

“I have to give Dean a ride.” The two of you shuffled out the front door just as Dean was exiting his and he rolled his eyes.

“God, I was starting to think I’d have to take the bus. And you know I can't do that anymore.” He stated simply, shoving himself between the two of you as he often did and grabbing your hands.

You spared a glance at your girlfriend, confused and she chuckled. “He got banned for a month.”

“Banned from the bus?”

Dean tugged the both of you down the stairwell as he spoke. “Yeah, I joked about wanting to wank the guy next to me off and I guess he told the driver. Now I can't get on for a month.”

His words stopped you in your tracks, and you gawked at him. “What? It's not like I did it. Anyway, you two coming over tomorrow night? Me and Freddie are having a thing.”

“You're always having a thing.” Scotty retorted, stealing the words right from your mouth.

“Oh come on, you two can keep your tits out of each other's mouths for one night to hang with friends right? Don't think I didn't hear you this morning. Oh, Scotty! Yes, Scotty! It was kinda hot, I can't lie, I listened through the walls. Obviously.”

Your smile dissipated and you found Scotty's eyes. She fumbled for her keys, unlocking her van frantically. Usually, you harbored no shame about pleasuring yourself to the thought of your girlfriend, she was hot, and your body reacted to said hotness. But you were aware of how wary the idea of sex made her, and having Dean bring it up so casually made your cheeks heat.

“Oh don't tell me you two are one of those kiss-and-don't-tell pairs. Babe if you didn't want to tell on yourselves, you wouldn't be so–”

Scotty cut him off, and you noted the twinge of annoyance in her voice. “We’ll be there Dean.”

“Oh good!” He climbed into the van and you waited for the door to shut before you approached her.

Her eyes fixed on her work boots, fiddling away with those fingers. “I'm sorry.”

“And what are you apologizing for?”

She looked at you, eyes brimming with remorse. “Dean doesn’t really have a filter as I'm sure you know by now. Sorry if he made you feel–”

“Baby, stop apologizing. You did nothing wrong, Dean’s gonna be Dean, let's face it. It's fine.” You kissed her cheek and she relaxed a little.

Scotty grabbed your fingers, lacing them with hers and you beamed. “Sorry he thought we were…”

“Do I have to ban you from saying that word? I want it out of your vocabulary. You aren't sorry.” You scolded and she giggled.

“Okay, okay. You sure you don't want a ride?”

You shook your head before kissing her hand. “You aren't driving all the way across the city to drop me off at work Vivienne. Now go.”

Her giddy little smile made you melt as she strutted to the van. “Wait!” She ran back, smacking her lips to yours and you laughed into the kiss. “Okay, bye! Love you, have a good day.”

“Bye baby, love you too.”

•••

Coming home after a long day called for two things: a glass of wine and your vibrator. After changing into some comfy clothes, you retrieved the already open bottle of Chardonnay, filling the glass all the way to the top. You took a big swig, trotting back to your room and ridding your body of your shorts. Cool air hit your already-wet lips as you brought the fully charged vibrator to your yearning clit.

At the push of a button, the device buzzed on, splashing your slick all over your inner thighs. The wand slid up and down your achy cunt, making you whine from the strong vibrations. You only needed a quick release, Scotty would be over soon. Scotty. For the second time that day, you conjured her likeness in your mind to help yourself get off. Thinking about how she gawked at your naked body that morning made you moan, loud and long. You craved her touch. “Mmm.”

You upped the speed, switching the bright pink toy to its highest setting, making your sore clit tremble.

You were coming soon after, creating a large mess in your sheets and all over your vibrator. Bringing the toy to your lips, you sucked it off like always. That’s when you saw her. Scotty was watching you from the doorway, biting her lip and eyeing you hungrily. It made your heart jump, the thought that she could be so stealthy in the dark. You held her stare, swirling your tongue around the head of your vibrator. Your juices tasted amazing in your mouth and you turned it back on. If she wanted to watch, you would give her a show.

You couldn't help but cry out when the pulse pressed back onto your clit. It felt amazing, but it was too soon. You ground into it, hips shaking all the while as your second climax approached rapidly. Gone were your plans of prolonging the spill. This one was fast and hard, and you groaned, finding her eyes in the dark again.

“I know you're there baby.” You called out between shaky breaths.

Scotty shuffled, debating if she should enter the room or bolt. When your bedroom light flicked on, you got her answer. She strode in, head hanging, and sat at the edge of the bed. “I'm sorry.”

“What did we say about that word? I'm not mad at you babe if that's what you're thinking.”

Hopeful eyes flicked to yours as you scooted down the bed to join her. “You're not?”

“No.” You shook your head, kissing her cheek softly and she sighed.

“It's just, I came in and all the lights were out and I figured you were asleep and I didn't wanna wake you. I was just gonna crawl in beside you, but then you weren't asleep, you were… and I didn't want to interrupt, but then I couldn't look away and I felt bad for watching and I know you said not to apologize, but I'm sorry babe, I am. I invaded your privacy and that’s not okay.”

You were smiling before you could stop yourself and she looked puzzled. “I like an audience sometimes.”

Her eyebrows shot up and you shrugged. Pulling her in for a hug. The tension left her body when she entered your embrace, molding into you perfectly.

“We can talk about it, if you want. Or we can just watch Tv until we fall asleep.”

“Tv. I don't think I'm ready to, to um…”

You gripped her hands. “And that's alright. Go make some popcorn while I get cleaned up?”

Scotty nodded, hopping onto her feet and darting to the kitchen. You shook your head at her cuteness, smiling as you stripped your sheets.

•••

“Okay, okay. Take a shot if you've ever been walked in on.”

Freddie butted in, “Full sex or just like, a wank?”

“Both.” Dean confirmed and everyone in the room took a shot. Everyone but your girlfriend who sat smiling shyly next to you on the floor.

The room erupted into laughter and you huffed a small one of your own. “If you've ever walked in on someone?”

Scotty was zoned out, and you nudged her playfully to take her shot, just to see her flush nervously. It was priceless, but she downed it like a pro. That was new.

Freddie pointed to you to ask a question as he poured everyone a third shot. “Um… take a shot if you’ve done it in a public place.”

Laughter again, followed by winces and coughs. Once again, everyone’s shot glass was empty, except for Scotty’s. She seemed unbothered most of the night, ignoring all the shots you were downing next to her, while she hadn't moved past her first one. A lot of your suspicions were being confirmed as the game trudged on. "This one's for the ladies! You guys ever done it up the butt? Because I tried it and I have to say, not that bad."

A chorus of cackles broke out as you eyed Scotty fiddling with her shoe laces, laughing smiling faintly to herself.

You knew she was inexperienced, but the questions let you know the extent. It was all very cute, the way she encouraged everyone and laughed along with the group.

“Take a shot if you've had sex with someone in the past twenty-four hours.” Dean beamed, and you knew instantly his question was intended for Scotty and yourself. Neither of you drank, you glanced at her and she blushed.

Dean’s eyes moved to the two of you and he scoffed. “You're not playing the game right. You're supposed to drink.”

“Only if you've done the thing,” Scotty responded harshly, but no one other than you picked up on it.

“Yeah. And you two have, you can't lie. I heard you.” Every pair of eyes in the room were on you at his confession.

You sat up on your knees, needing to shift the subject. “Well, you heard wrong. Next question.”

“No, he didn't because I heard it too.” Freddie was notorious for sticking his nose where it didn't belong. “If you two weren't fucking, what was all that? And now that it's being mentioned, Scotty's taken only one shot, while her lovely girlfriend has taken them all. And now neither of them has taken this one. What is that about?”

Scotty shifted next to you, you could tell she was getting antsy. “Are we gonna continue the game or what?”

“Hmm, no. I'm definitely pissed right now and I've decided this thing,” Freddie’s fingers gestured between you and Scotty. “Is more interesting than this game.”

Everyone remained silent as he paced around. You were very close to grabbing your girlfriend and leaving the flat entirely.

“Moans and screams coming from your place every morning, including today, and yet neither of you drank. Were you just wanking or…”

“And if I was?”

He tapped his chin with a laugh. “Then I’d have to ask what we're all thinking. Have you two even had sex?”

You found Scotty's gaze, her eyes darting around the room frantically. She opened her mouth to speak, but you squeezed her hand, trying to let her know she didn't have to reply. It was clear everyone else had already figured out the answer though, and all you wanted to do was soothe her.

“Oh my god! You haven't, have ya? How long have you been together now?”

Dean chimed in, “Four months in two weeks. As your matchmaker, I must know your anniversary.” He wasn't helping.

“Four months and you haven't shagged? What are you waiting for? Is Scotty a virgin or something?” His question was meant to be rhetorical, but realization soon sank in. The silence in the room was louder than ever and you watched everyone come to the same conclusion as Freddie.

He chuckled mischievously. “Bloody hell. Well I'm not surprised because obviously, but wow I just–”

“Will you shut the fuck up, Freddie? You don't have to be a dick every day of your goddamn life you know.”

Your outburst startled Scotty, fueled by alcohol and anger. That was the first time all night that you noticed she was uncomfortable, the first time you’d seen her ashamed of all the things she hadn't done. The look lasted only but a second, but you caught it, and you despised that she was made to feel that way.

“I'm just saying four months is really really long, especially for people in a relationship. I shagged Dean first night I met him.”

“That's true,” Dean interjected and you rolled your eyes.

You huffed furiously, seeing only red. All attempts at suppressing your urge to strangle the blonde boy in front of you were failing. “And I'm just saying, you should be more worried about that diagnosis you got a few days ago. Chlamydia was it?”

A universal gasp hugged the room and his sly little smirk disappeared immediately. “Yeah, that's what I fucking thought you fucking dickhead.”

“He also had crabs last month. I keep telling him he can't shag everyone, he never listens.” Dean's statement was the icing on top and you wore a smirk of your own.

You grabbed Scotty’s hand, pulled her to her feet, and headed to the door. “We’re leaving. Freddie, fuck you. I hope you get hit by a truck.”

Once the two of you were in the hallway, Scotty stood against the wall as you paced in frustration. She tracked your steps, face scrunched in an unreadable way.

“I really hate that prick.”

“Are you going to break up with me now that you know I’ve never been with a woman?” She was close to tears. Drying them as frequently as you did let you know when to expect them. You were at her side in seconds, rubbing her back as you tried to calm her.

“Baby what? Break up with you? Are you mad? Sorry but you're kinda stuck with me, if you haven't noticed.” You bumped her shoulder.

She sniffled before letting out a giggle. “It's not like I don't want to. I do, especially with you. I really, really do. I just–”

“Oh do you? You really do?” You smirked and she blushed.

“Stop. I'm being serious. I'm just super nervous I'll do it wrong. And I don't wanna disappoint you. You're used to experienced women I'm sure, but all you have now is me.”

“Vivienne Scott, what have I told you about talking down about yourself? I won't let you say one more bad word about my favorite person, so you need to stop.”

“Sorry.”

“There's that word again,” You glared at her and she reacted with a shy smile. “And as for your inexperience, I don't care. I'm ready when you are. If you decide you want to, we'll go slow, as slow as you like. If you decide you never want to have sex, that works for me too. I love you so fucking much, nothing else matters baby. All I need is you, all I want is you and your perfect self.”

You kissed her and she smiled into it, delighted by your reassuring words. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely my love. There's nothing wrong with you, and I will kill Freddie with my bare fucking hands for making you feel that way.”

Her smile grew, eyes twinkling happily in front of you. “And I'll help you hide the body.”

A laugh erupted at her remark, because she was clearly serious; she always found new ways to surprise you.

•••

Grace and Frankie played on the screen as you lay cuddled up with Scotty in your bed. She was snuggled into your chest, stuck to you like glue as you rubbed her back lovingly. The day after your anniversary had been a relaxing one, with you two lounging around your place for most of it. Tonight though, she seemed particularly fidgety, climbing atop you and nuzzling her head under your chin.

“You good?” You asked, looking down at her body on yours, and she only hummed. “You're so cute.”

A few minutes ticked by before she squirmed again, rubbing her face into your cleavage. Scotty was touchy, but not this touchy. Her behavior raised your brow as you questioned her again. “Baby, are you okay?”

“Just had a long day.” An inadequate response, seeing as you’d spent the entire day with her, but you let it go. Most days were long for her, and maybe encapsulating you was a newly discovered way of dealing with that. You shifted your attention back to the Tv, laughing as the episode stretched on.

Soft lips placed little pecks along your jaw, lowering to your neck and you sighed. Letting your eyes flicker shut allowed for better enjoyment of her mouth on your skin, basking in this rare spurt of initiative. “If you wanna kiss, Scotty, all you had to do was say so.”

She sat up, holding your face between her palms. “I want to kiss.”

You grinned and pulled her in by her throat. “Come here.”

Starving lips crashed onto each other, meshing and sucking as tongues wrestled. Scotty was sitting up on your lap now, yanking your face closer as if she wanted to swallow you. She slung her arms around your neck, scooting closer so her crotch was pressed up against your stomach as she wrapped her legs around you.

The kiss grew hot and heavy, and she moaned desperately into your mouth. It wasn't unusual, considering you'd had many heated make-out sessions prior. You pulled away, wet lips connecting with her throat, nibbling slightly. She whined directly into your ear, and you felt it slither inside you. An excited tongue licked your neck before teeth nipped your lobe.

“Oh!” The action jarred you, but you moaned all the same. Scotty had never displayed such feverish behavior before, she seemed on edge, wound up — and she called on you in her time of need. Her hips bucked into your abdomen and you froze.

Fingers found your hair and she tugged on your curls, lips ghosting over yours as she blew her words into your mouth. “I’m ready.”

“What?” Your heartbeat raced with your flying pulse when she spoke.

She enjoyed kissing your neck, so you threw your head back, allowing her to gain better access. “Want to do more than kiss.”

You found her eyes abruptly, searching her face for any signs of hesitation. “Are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to. Kissing is enough for me, I promise.”

“Yes. I'm sure, I want you.”

You nodded, crashing your lips to hers. It was a hard kiss, a hungry kiss, and you could tell she loved it. “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”

“Wanna make you feel good.”

You kissed her again, loving the feeling of her eager lips on yours. “Yeah? You wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes.” Her reply was quick as she reached for the hem of your tank top.

You giggled, pulling it over your head to help her speed up the process, and your boobs fell free moments later. Scotty was in awe at the sight of them, reaching hesitantly to cup the one on the left. “Can I?”

You gave her permission, pulling her hand the rest of the way with a grin. She traced the star shape of the jewelry there, still holding back. “I love these.”

You shuddered when the pads of two fingers brushed your nipple and you let a moan slip. Her eyes sparkled at the sound, prideful being the one to cause it. A soft pinch to your left evoked another cry, and she reached for the right, repeating her action. Scotty’s legs were still tight around your waist, core still pressed up against your stomach and you felt her sticky wetness leaking through her underwear.

She dipped her head, eyes still trained on yours as she pulled a bud into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around it. Light sucks on your delicate breast overwhelmed you. You were unaware of how much you missed that feeling as the blissful sensation rushed through you.

“Does that feel good?” Her tongue swirled around your erect nipple and your fingers dug into her scalp with each lick. Your response was a hum, encouraging her to keep going. Scotty switched to the other, sucking hard and leaving her spit all over your breast. It was heavenly; Scotty was extremely good at what she was doing.

Each of your whimpers amped her up, and you could tell she was enjoying herself. You grabbed her left hand, dragging it down to your center and her fingers hovered over your throbbing heat.

“You feel that baby?” Her mouth hung open, eyes dazed and twinkling. “That's where I want you, right… here. Are you okay with that?” She nodded and you guided her hand up and down your clothed clit. Scotty's head hit your shoulder with a jagged exhale. Rushed, shallow breaths escaped you as her hand continued. You needed her now, and you were going to have her.

“Sit up for a second.” She got off you with a groan and you smiled, pulling your panties to your ankles and kicking them across the room.

You sat back on the bed, sprawling your legs and exposing your cunt fully to Scotty for the first time. Her little whine at the image made you smirk, begging you to continue. “Gonna show you how I touch myself thinking of you.”

Skilled fingers dipped into your wetness, sliding directly over your clit. The contact made you whimper and you kept going. Rubbing circles on your soaked bud increased your moans gradually. You locked eyes with your girlfriend who was salivating at the sight of you: legs open and fingers in your pussy.

“See how wet I am for you Scotty?” You threw your head back as you huffed her name and attacked your clit ferociously. The notion of her just simply watching you dampened your glistening folds even more.

You beckoned her forward with your free hand, breaking her out of her trance. You reached for her hand, shoving two of her fingers into your mouth. Feeling your warm tongue around her digits made her entire body shiver. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, barely able to hold your seductive gaze as you continued.

When her fingertips brushed your clit, she all about melted. “Do you feel how wet I am for you Scotty?”

She nodded, and you let her fingers replace your own. Scotty’s pace was slower than yours, less practiced, but still able to make you thrash.

“Is this good?” The hope in her voice was adorable, turning you on even more.

“Fuck baby that's perfect. Just like that.”

She arranged herself between your legs, digits massaging your sensitive clit with precision. Her determination and focus were sexy on their own, but when coupled with the desire to please you, they were transcendent. Her lips peppered kisses on your stomach and she massaged your dripping pussy, your grunts fueling her. “Shit, keep going. That’s it!”

Fingertips brushed your entrance and when you jumped, she halted, nervous eyes darting around wildly. “No, no. It's okay, that was good. Need your fingers inside me.”

Once again, you assisted her digits, allowing her to sink two deep into your hole. She created a quick pace for herself, it was nice, but not quite what you needed.

“Like this?”

“No, let me show you,” You positioned her hand where you needed it most. “There you go, keep doing it like that, fuck!”

She caught onto your preferred tempo rather quickly and her thrusts were unstoppable, making you scream your throat raw. Wails mixed with the sloshing sounds her digits created as they pumped and stretched you over and over, dragging you closer to the edge. “So good at it babe, perfect!”

When she bumped your g-spot hard and firm, curses flew out of you this way and that. Your eyes stayed open long enough to catch the satisfied smirk on her face. Scotty loved what she was doing to you, reveled in the way your body responded to her.

Her other hand found your clit again, recreating the rhythm you’d taught her and she swiped two fingers around in a circle, pressing in every few seconds. You had no sense of self, simply only craving a release. Each stroke, each pump, had you clutching your silk pillows as Scotty built you up to knock you down.

“Baby, I'm so close! Make me come please!”

Her thrusts picked up, slamming into your pussy harder than before and your cries were endless.

“I love being the one to make you feel this good.” She bit her lip, watching your pierced nipples bounce as she spoke. You entranced her and she wasn't afraid to show it.

With one last thrust, you bucked into her fingers and your orgasm crashed onto you like a wave, wiping you out and pulling you all the way under. “Mmm Scotty! Yes, you make me feel amazing!”

Her fingers were soon coated in your cum, spilling out of you in thick streams. The climax was your most intense yet and you knew it had everything to do with the emotions wrapped up in the sex, the emotions you had wrapped up in your girlfriend.

She was still inside you, still rubbing your clit as your heaving muscles clamped around her digits. It was too much and not enough all at once, and your lack of energy prohibited you from letting her know. All you could muster were pleading whines as she continued fucking you through your orgasm, smearing your cum everywhere.

“B-Baby I–” Dry lips helped you utter shaky words and her eyes were on your face immediately.

“You want me to stop?” She quizzed and you nodded.

Scotty slid her fingers out of you gently as ever, examining them and the sticky cum coating them. She wanted to suck them, her curiosity about the taste clear as day and you giggled at her bashfulness.

Fighting your exhaustion, you pushed yourself forward and out of the pillows, inching toward her. You guided her fingers through her lips and she let you. She moaned when your flavor hit her taste buds, slamming her eyes shut to enjoy it fully.

“Well?” You awaited her final conclusion with a smirk and she matched it.

Her immediate giggle afterward was too cute. “I like it.”

“Yeah? You want more?” Her nod was frantic and giddy. You eased back onto the mattress, finally coming down from your climax and needing her all over again. Your legs flew open once more, feeling your hot release rolling out down your pussy lips. Ankles gripped in your fists exposed every inch of the mess she helped create and once again, Scotty was mesmerized by the sight of you. “Come taste me, baby.”

She leaned in to kiss you deeply before descending to your cunt.

Silky lips placed a kiss on your tired clit with a hum, the vibrations traveling up your outstretched legs. Soon her tongue was on your wet flesh and you shrieked. Scotty's mouth wrapped around your clit like a starved animal, slurping ravenously. Her tongue, magic materialized. “Oh god, fuck! Yes, Scotty, you're doing that so well!”

She hummed again devouring your pussy fully with each slurp and your moans boomed out of you uncontrollably. Your fingers were in her hair, messing it up even more as her tongue fucked you. She seemed particularly fond of your clit, refusing to leave it unattended for too long. “You taste so good, babe.”

Her words caused you to grind harder into her face, smudging your juices all over her. For it to be her first time eating pussy, she was shockingly skilled, knowing exactly where to focus her attention. A velvet tongue entered your hole, and your back sprung up. You pulled at your nipples with each of her thrusts, spiking your pleasure upward. “Good girl, my good girl. So good at eating my pussy baby.”

Not once had she come up for air, fully immersed in every bit of your folds. You were close again, humping her mouth and tongue. “Oh fuck, how are you so good at that?”

Your head flew back and she pulled you closer by your hips, drilling her face impossibly deeper into your heated wetness. Scotty’s own moans were driving you insane; she was getting off on the act of consuming your cunt. The way her hips bucked and jerked into the mattress confirmed that.

“I’ll do anything to please you.”

God, she knew exactly what to say to rev you up. Her words were enough to knock you straight into your second orgasm. You came with shaking legs and a scream of her name, but she refused to remove her mouth from your core.

She sucked you still, grunting and gulping despite your squirming. Each lick caused you to shudder above her as she lost herself in your depths. When she shoved a finger inside, you bit down on your cheek until it bled. Pleasure thrummed in your veins, even though your body needed her to stop, your brain refused to let her and you felt another release underway.

“Scotty wait please…” Wiggling from her grasp was useless; she refused to relent, slurping harder, licking deeper.

“Mine.” It came out muffled, and it floated up to your ears. A sleepy smile formed on your lips as your third orgasm of the night washed over you. It didn't hit you as hard as the first two, but it made you loopy all the same. Finally, she removed her face from between your quivering thighs, face soaked in three loads of cum.

You could barely see her through slanted eyes, but your slick reflected under the lights. She kissed your lips, tender and slow, and you sucked her tongue. Your own juices were on you now and you understood her refusal to let up. “You look so gorgeous with my cum on your face.”

“I do?” Her pretty eyes studied your spent figure curiously and you nodded. “I got a little carried away, you taste so good.”

“It's okay baby. You did amazing for me, you were perfect.” You huffed an exhale, watching her try to hide her blush.

It dawned on you that Scotty still had her clothes on and you frowned. “Take everything off. Your turn.”

“You sure you're not too tired? We don't have to focus on me.”

You shook your head, resisting the sleep threatening to whisk you away. There was no way you'd be going to bed without having made Scotty come at least twice.

She pulled her shirt off while you yanked on her underwear. Scotty stood, leaving you alone on the bed for seconds that felt like forever as she stripped. Once her underwear was off, she was left only in her sports bra as she climbed toward you.

“You want this on or off?” You questioned and she shrugged, so you pulled it over her head.

She was stark naked above you and looking as sheepish as ever. You flipped her so you were on top then you kissed her lips. “You're stunning.”

Your lips pecked her chest, slowly moving towards her nipple. It was in your mouth soon after and your fingers found her clit. Her cry was immediate as you massaged her drenched folds. “Can I touch you here, Scotty? Is this okay?”

Her approval came before you could blink and you continued. “Fuck, you're this wet for me pretty girl?”

“Yes, always.” You quirked your eyebrow at her confession. Always.

Her nipple was back in your mouth again as you worked her soft clit with the pads of your fingers. Scotty's whines filled the room, bouncing off your walls and ringing in both your ears. Her chest heaved under you, causing your teeth to grip lightly on her nipple to steady her.

“Aghh!” Her whimpers came hushed and shallow, and your pace picked up, thrashing around in her wetness. “More, I need more.”

You kissed her neck swiftly, then her lips, fingers still working her. “What do you need, angel?”

“Your, your mouth.” A devious grin plastered on your lips as you placed her legs on your shoulders before diving into her midsts. You almost passed out at the taste of her, head going loopy as you licked her throbbing bud. You spit on her already leaking cunt, rubbing it in with your tongue and she moaned.

“Feelsogood!” Her words jumbled together as she shouted. Languid licks to her clit had her legs shuddering from their place on your shoulders as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.

She was a moaning mess as your mouth continued its attack on her gorgeous pussy, slurping up everything she secreted. “Are you gonna come for me, angel?”

Her babbles were intended to be an answer, but you needed her to respond with words.

“Say it. Tell me you're going to come for me, be a good girl and come for me.”

Scotty nodded, eyes shut when your tongue grazed her tight hole. She wasn't ready for that yet, and you knew it. “I'm going to come for you!”

Your fingers flicked her clit again and again until it was swollen, and she tensed. “That's it, baby, there you go, go on and come for me.”

Her screech was thunderous, startling even herself. You kissed her ankle and watched her toes curl, her entire body trembling as you lowered her legs back onto the bed with care.

Weak arms pulled you down onto a sweaty chest, kissing you with the utmost passion.

“Thank you.” She managed and you kissed her forehead sweetly.

“You deserve it.”

While Scotty was recovering from her first orgasm with you, you reached over to your nightstand, pulling out a few things you’d had handy for a while. Nothing too extreme: two dildos, the bigger one of the two obviously for you, your vibrator, and some lube.

She watched you intently as you laid everything out, eyes going wide at the larger toy. Familiarity flashed in her eyes when she saw your trusty pink vibrator and you grinned. “Wanna try it?”

Scotty shook her head, “Wanna watch you again.”

“So bad.” You positioned yourself in front of her, getting comfortable, allowing your pussy to bloom like a flower for your girlfriend. The toy was buzzing within seconds and you slithered it through your cum drenched lips.

“Oooh, fuck…” The words dragged out of you as the tip brushed your most sensitive, swollen spot. The ache was magnificent as you let it tread through your wetness. Scotty's eyes were glued to you, watching the tremors work you, small splashes flicking into the air. Her breast was cupped in her hand and she slowly tugged on her nipples. Fingers found her own clit and she winced, gaze never leaving you.

Her confidence in pleasuring herself to the sight of you only made you hornier as you upped the setting and you began to twitch breathlessly. “Yeah baby, play with your pussy for me. I like that.”

She followed your instructions, kneading her tits and stroking her clit. “Gonna come just from looking at you, shit.”

And you weren't lying, you felt your climax in your bones, building up and preparing to spill. “Fuck! Fuck Fuck!”

“Are you close, baby?” Scotty questioned, peering at you through slitted eyes. Her fingers were working overtime to bring about her release, and you could tell she was not new to the deed.

You nodded, slinging your head back. “Yeah.”

Before she could respond, your scream jumped out of you and the vibrator fell from your palm onto the cover. You let your body tumble to the edge of the bed, gasping for air as you heard Scotty cry out seconds later. She came down to join you, just as sweaty, just as breathless and she gripped your side.

“You touch yourself like that often Vivienne?”

She tried hiding her face in your bare chest, but you wouldn't allow it, tickling her until she answered. “Sometimes. When I'm thinking about you.”

“Ah. I see. Well, you looked absolutely stunning showing off for me like that.” You pecked her lips and she giggled. Scotty sat up, grabbing the dildos curiously, but her focus could not be ripped from the big one.

“You put this inside you?!”

Your laugh settled your post-orgasm high. “I want you to put it inside me.”

“Really?” The glimmer in her eyes announced her excitement at your request. You kicked the lube towards her, too tired to move from your spot and she clapped giddily.

She lathered the lube onto the toy and positioned it at your slit, moving in slowly. “Is that good for you?”

“Oh fuck! Just a little faster angel.” Scotty nodded, thrusting it in and out at a quicker speed and your mewls carried. Your entire pussy was sore, but you just couldn't get enough of her. Lust was the only thing keeping you going.

The way it moved captured her attention, and she refused to tear her eyes from your dripping hole stretched around the dildo. She nudged that special spot, leaning down to kiss you, eating your whimper in the process. Your squishing picked up with her movement and her thumb found your clit. You loved the way she was learning your body and what you liked, it made you clench around the thick toy, bucking onto it slightly.

“So good at it babe, perfect.” She hummed at your praise, fucking into you with longer and deeper strokes.

You wailed loudly, meeting each thrust, both nipples in hand.

“Want you to be mine. All mine” She bit her lip, still assaulting your clit as you struggled for words.

Her possessive tone would be the thing to do you in, you were sure of it. “Mmm, fuck baby I’m yours!”

“You promise? Please promise.” Slam after slam on your g-spot and you were close to tears.

All you saw was white behind your eyes, pussy clamping tight around the toy buried deep inside you as you came hard and swift. “Yesyesyesyesyes! I'm yours, Scotty! All yours!”

She slid it out of you with a soft pop and a squish, pulling on strings of cum oozing out of you.

“I wanna try it.” She admitted timidly and you forced yourself to sit up.

You grabbed the smaller yellow one, holding it out for her. “This one's for you.”

Scotty shook her head, “No. I want this one. I can handle it.”

“Baby I don't know, don't want you in too much pain.”

“It's okay.” She reassured, and you smiled.

•••

“I won't hurt you, angel, I'll never hurt you. I’ll go slow.” Your dildo was at Scotty’s eager entrance — ready to intrude. Copious amounts of lube dripped from it as the tip pushed through her tight hole, brushing her walls. Her eyes were shut, and she squeezed your hand. You were still a tad hesitant about it, but she insisted.

It entered her with surprising ease and you couldn't fight your grin. “So proud of you, you're doing amazing. Are you okay?”

Frantic nods answered your question and she urged you to move. She adjusted quite well to the size and you pushed in deeper. Scotty was writhing desperately as you fucked her at a reasonable tempo. Her body reacted well to you and your encouraging touches. You pressed a wet kiss to her waist as the thrusts grew rapid, endless moans egging you on. “Don’t stop!”

“This good for you pretty girl?” Your lips were on her stomach, licking and pecking to soothe and she squirmed.

“Mhmm.” You looked up at her drooling mouth; Scotty was on cloud nine, relishing in the sensation of being wide open for you and you alone. She ground into the dildo, her wet cunt meeting every last one of your pumps. A greedy little thing, and responsive too, crying out each time your knuckle would nudge her swollen clit in the process of you fucking her.

When she hissed in pain, you slowed down, not wanting to hurt her. “Easy baby, easy.”

Scotty’s wetness sloshed and splashed all over your comforter and you loved the image of everything seeping out of her pretty, puffy pussy. It made your own clit twitch as you pressed it up against the bed.

“Your pussy is so pretty, baby. Say it, tell me your pussy is pretty.” Strokes dug deep, making her cream all around the base.

She groaned, unable to say the words, bucking into the toy harder instead. You were having none of it. Scotty needed to praise herself, you needed her to believe the things you said to her. “If you wanna come, you gotta say it. Isn't your pussy pretty?”

She bobbed her head, shutting her eyes tight as her back shot off the bed. “I-It is, it's p-pretty.”

“What's pretty, angel? I need to hear it.” Her clit jumped and you giggled.

“My p-pussy.”

“Oh yes it is, look at how well you’re taking this big thing, the prettiest ever. All stretched out for me.” You lowered your mouth to her clit, sucking faintly on the bud as the toy pushed up against her bundle of nerves and her cry was the loudest you’d ever heard.

“Baby I-I can’t.” She was shaking and you needed to calm her. You slowed your pace, whispering encouragements into her tummy as you kissed it. She came quickly, begging you to remove the dildo, and you obliged without a beat of hesitation. It was a lot for her, but she handled it fantastically, and your pride buzzed inside your sternum.

You kissed your way up her body lovingly until you reached her lips. “I love you so much you know that? God, you’re so perfect. Do you know how well you did for me?”

She bustled beneath your song of praise, finally opening her eyes to look at you. “I love you. I just want to make you happy.”

A weak smile greeted you and you kissed her tenderly. “You think you can give me just one more tonight angel?”

Scotty was anxious to please, so she agreed wholeheartedly.

“I’ll do all the work.” You spread her legs, slinging your right leg over her left, scooting closer until your clits kissed. The two of you grunted in unison at the sudden connection. Scotty rolled her hips impatiently, and you chuckled as you copied her movements. Cum glazed both your pussies as you ground into her, mixing your multiple releases. The squelching noises created by your colliding cunts rivaled your moans and mewls. You looked down at where you two were connected, stripes of slick meshing to create more.

Scotty rested her tired head against your shoulder, opening her mouth to pull your nipple between her lips. When you gasped, she hummed around it, bucking into you harder. You steadied her hips, rocking against her delicate bud with force. The impact buzzed through your body, blurring your vision with each grind. Your screams floated up to the ceiling, clinging to the walls as Scotty's piled on top. At this point, the entire building was aware of the fantastic sex you two were having, and neither of you cared.

You felt hot tears sting your chest, rolling between your boobs as Scotty cried from the all-consuming ecstasy. She looked at you, eyes boring holes into your soul as you rode her pussy. “I love you.”

You reached back for your vibrator, licking it a little before slipping it between both of your sopping cunts. Scotty yelled when you switched it on, shaking her head vigorously.

“Too much, too much!” But she leaned into the feeling anyway, pleasure close to rendering her unconscious as she wept.

“I know angel, fuck! J-Just one more. Can you do that for m-me?” Your breathing turned hysterical, and you moved the vibrator in tandem with your thrusts only slightly. Scotty was evidently overwhelmed, she was barely hanging on, only trying to make you proud of her. And you were proud, exceedingly so.

You wiped her flowing tears, caressing her face with the utmost love and compassion.

She nodded, pushing into the pink toy harder and screaming louder. “I’ll do anything for you. I love you so much.”

When you turned up the setting she squirted onto your pussy, and the act made you do the same. Everything was soaked: your legs, the bed, your vibrator. She delivered a voice-cracking scream before falling backward and you collapsed on top of her, chests heaving rapidly. Spasming bodies exhaled loudly, attempting to rediscover coherence. Both your eyes flickered to the Tv as the Are You Still Watching screen popped up on your Netflix, and a string of laughter erupted from you. You pulled her face in, kissing her for the hundredth time and she kissed you back.

You stayed that way for a while, stacked on top of each other, admiring the other's fucked out features. Neither of you wanted to move.

“Too tired to change the sheets and clean up. Let’s sleep on the couch.” She nodded in agreement and you climbed off the drenched bed exhaustedly. Scotty grabbed pillows and a cozy blanket before placing her hand in yours and letting you lead her to the living room.

Once you were snuggled and swaddled, you kissed her cheek and she giggled. “You did so good, baby. You said you’d be nervous, but you did amazing.”

“You made me feel comfortable.” She shrugged and you pulled her closer, planting yet another kiss on her face, then her head.

She nestled into you with a sigh. “I love you.”

“I love you so much Scotty, so so much.” You cooed into her ear and your words were enough to send her to dreamland.

•••

Impatient lips on your naked chest pulled you out of your sleep and you moaned on command. When your eyes opened, you were met with hot lips indulging in your bare nipples. Your body was still extremely weak from the night’s activities and your stomach fluttered just from the thought.

Sex with Scotty had been more amazing than you could've hoped, and when her fingers brushed your folds, you were pulled back into the memories of just how intense it all was.

“Angel, what are you doing?” You hummed, allowing her to continue defiling you.

She looked up at you, letting your nipple go. “Something I wanted to do, but we didn't get a chance to last night.”

“Really? What's that?”

She groaned, growing skittish as she always did. Scotty had a hard time articulating her words sometimes, especially when it involved anything sexual, and you always caught wind of her struggles. You never pushed, but this time was different than the ones prior.

“You have to tell me what you want Scotty. I need to learn what you like.”

She blushed before opening her mouth, “I want you to sit on my face.”

Her sentence sparked a thrill in you, those words foreign and illicit coming from her lips, and they absolutely electrified your system. “That's what you want?”

“Yes.”

You nodded in approval, allowing her to settle under you before you mounted her, positioning your needy cunt over her mouth. Hovering instead of sitting seemed more appropriate; it was her first time and you refused to overwhelm her.

That precaution was tossed out the window instantaneously as your girlfriend yanked your lower half down flat against her mouth, tongue darting directly into your hole. “Oh my god!”

It was only, you glanced at the clock on the wall, seven in the morning and you were already being devoured entirely. She fucked you with her tongue, licking your walls and sending you to new heights. Your neck craned backward as you cried her name, her little hums of approval letting you know she loved the sound of it falling from your lips.

Her tongue in your hole made your body jerk, and you gripped the couch’s arm for support. Scotty kneaded your ass as she ate you out, moaning along with you.

You felt frail on top of her, bones and pussy still aching terribly. But she was enjoying herself, and you be damned if you put a stop to that. Your clit pulsed with every lick and you cursed, pressing harder into her face.

“You're too good at that, oh fuck!” She smiled against your cunt, and you shook your head at her recently unveiled cocky-ness.

That familiar buzz started climbing your insides, clawing its way up and you knew you were close. “Close baby.”

Sucking and smacking echoed throughout your quiet loft as your girlfriend demolished and consumed your leaking pussy, juices rolling down her face like tears.

“Tell me you're mine again.” If her tone was any indication, this was a command more so than a kind request. It was the hottest thing she'd ever said, and it made your head spin uncontrollably. Scotty was sexiest when she was confident.

You looked down at her, gripping and grinding into her face harshly. “Fuck baby, I'm yours! I belong to you!”

Her hungry moans of enjoyment rocketed through your core, setting your climax free with a long throaty babble. “Scotty!”

She sucked on your clit still, ignoring your whining and your cum dribbling out of you. You had no choice but to ride your orgasm out with her tongue deep inside you, it was clear she had no plans to let you go.

“Baby, b-baby p-please!” You bucked into her mouth involuntarily, your body's only defense against the unyielding sensation.

Eventually, she let go of your hips, freeing you to slide down her chest and sit in her lap as she licked her lips. She blushed when she met your eye line and your smile broke free.

“You really like doing that, huh?”

A nod was all you were awarded and you grinned.

Your eyes studied her expression, filling with concern as you watched her intently. "How are you feeling? I know last night was a lot. Are you okay baby? Not in any pain?"

"A little sore, but I feel good. Really good. Loved being with you like... like that." Her smile was soft and genuine, so you nodded.

“Join me in the shower?” You requested breathlessly.

Her head bobbed. “Sure.”

Of course, the first time she agreed to join you would be after the first time you had sex, it was poetic really, everything about her was. This was no new discovery, you'd always known Scotty was something comprised of pretty words and big feelings. It's what you loved most about her.

You made her strip the bed and throw in a load of laundry before bathing under the warm water. Your legs wobbled as you stepped into the tub, but she steadied you, climbing in right behind you.

She kissed your neck, your shoulder blades, lowering her lips to your hips, and sucked. Steamy water blurred your vision as you watched her kneel before you. Scotty lifted your shaky leg onto the side of the tub and got in between. At first glance, it looked as though she was attempting to wash your cum-streaked legs, but she never moved for the soap, or the washcloth. Instead, she kissed your inner thigh, making her way back to your weary cunt.

“Can I?” Doe eyes peered up at your dazed expression, you’d unintentionally created a monster, but how could you deny her? It would be cruel to even think about it.

“You're insatiable, oh my god.” Fingers laced in her hair, pushing her mouth where it yearned to be as you pressed into the shower wall — her name nefariously profane on your tongue.

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Cater To You

pairing: scotty ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: scotty neglects to tell you her birthday passed. after finding out, you decide to spoil her, despite her protests. (requested by @uhwhatsay)

word count: 4635

contains: fluff, protective!scotty, needy!scotty, scotty being a cute little muffin

divder by: @firefly-graphics

note: i would willingly blow multiple bags to make scotty happy. i decided against having her cry, even though i really, really wanted to. instead we get her being a protective little bean because y'all know scotty gets busy bout her peoples lol. hope this request came out well enough, i think it's pretty cute. enjoy <333

Laying on the couch with your head in Scotty’s lap, you groaned when she plucked her gentle fingers from your hair. Her mindless massage was on the verge of sedating you, the movie on the screen but a distant memory now. You turned to glance up at her, ready to express disapproval, but a warm blush crept up on you instead. The image of her eyes already on you, examining you, made your toes tingle.

Scotty smiled at you sheepishly before meeting your eyes and you glowered. “Why’d you stop? I was enjoying that.”

“I could tell,” She said with a nose scrunch. “But I’ve gotta go get mum ready for bed.”

You sat up instantly, aware of the importance of her mother's care. The abruptness of your movement startled her, and her eyebrows jumped. “A-Are you leaving? It shouldn’t take long, but if you have to go I understand.” Her eyes darted around wildly.

“You need me to leave? I can go, give you your privacy.” You twirled the end of one of your locs around your pointer finger, eyeing her from where you were perched on her couch. Scotty fidgeted slightly, eyeballs scanning your body, her stare stirring your insides. You didn’t want to leave, spending time with her had quickly climbed to number one on your list of favorite things to do.

Her presence was inviting, the timid way she maneuvered through her days sucked you all the way in. Unnoticed by many, but not by you.

She was nice to you on your first day in the maintenance department all those months ago, guided you, and explained how everything worked with genuine care. Her actions spoke well of her intentions; Scotty wanted you to excel at your new job.

You recalled the way it made you feel, how you couldn't help smiling every time she spoke to you in that endearing way. She never lost patience with you, even when your own patience for yourself ran dry. It was such tenderness that sparked your feelings for her.

Pining after her in the way you were was pathetic, seeing as she clearly felt the same way, but you refused to jeopardize the friendship over a little crush.

“Uh, you don’t have to. Leave, I mean, you can stay. I’m sure she’d love to see you.” The twinkle in her eyes confirmed she shared that same desperation for you to stay. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, grinning before giving her a nod. She stood, stretching her arms above her head, and your eyes offhandedly fell to her exposed waist.

Stifling a whimper, you stuck your hand out, and Scotty grabbed it, pulling you right out of your seat.

Being on your feet placed you directly in her orbit. Bodies, faces, lips — barely inches apart. Your ears heeded the breath she sucked in, and you felt its warmth against your skin when she exhaled. Slow, shaky, and simmered. You let your eyes flicker to her mouth for a beat. Plump pink lips, slightly ajar and quivering before you. When you met her gaze, everything about her expression told you she wanted to bolt. Her eyes were wanting, but unsure. Fingers tapped her legs as she attempted to steady her breaths.

You felt the drumming in your chest increase the longer you peered at her through questioning eyes. She blinked at you cautiously, but there was no protest there. A step closer, then another one, and she still hadn’t moved. Her chest shifted up and down, and the sight of her tampered with your oxygen flow. You leaned in a little and it triggered her fight or flight.

Scotty took a step backward then, and she almost tripped over the coffee table in the center of the living room. “So mum.”

“Right, yeah no, of course. I’ll just pop in to say hello.” You nodded your head, hoping the movement would shake all conjurings of kissing Scotty from your mind.

“Yeah.” She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jeans and led the way to her mother's bedroom.

A soft knock, and then she was turning the knob. “Mum, look who's here.”

The older woman smiled fondly at you and you moved in for a hug. “How have you been, love? Still liking the job?”

“Yeah, I've been alright,” You sat on the edge of the bed, then pointed back at Scotty. “That one keeps me company most days.”

“Viv is great company.” Her smile widened and you didn't have to turn around to know Scotty was blushing profusely.

“She is, yeah.” Your dimpled grin popped out. The two of you rambled on about your days and the shows she'd been watching after Scotty excused herself to go run the bath.

Her mother peeked over your shoulder, making sure she was really gone before she whispered. “When are you gonna take her out on a date? You know she'll never ask ya first.”

“What? No, we're not–”

She smacked your hand and you startled. “Oh don't play that with me. I wasn't born yesterday, you know that? I see the way you look at her when you're over, and you should hear how she talks about you when you're not here. You know you're the only person she's ever brought round here?”

You tried for words, but only short stutters escaped you. The idea of Scotty talking to her mother about you was not one you expected, but it was one that made your stomach flip all the same.

“She talks about me?” Your throat dry as you croaked the words out, trying to hide your blush.

She nodded. “Every day. You’d think you two were dating the way she goes on about you and your days together. Which is why I was surprised when she said you two weren't going out on her birthday last week.”

“Wait, her birthday? When was her birthday? She's never told me, I always ask but she’s never said.” Confusion colored your face.

“It was last Friday. Never liked celebrating it, ever since she was small. She said you were too busy to go out with her, should've known that wasn't true.” She shook her head at her daughter's antics.

Last Friday. Scotty told you she was working a late shift last Friday, but never specified which job. She was twitchy when she spoke to you that day too, more so than usual, and now you understood why. That little liar. You scoffed in disbelief at the thought; Scotty would rather sit at home alone on her birthday than spend it with you. That just would not do.

Before you were able to respond to her mother, Scotty reentered the bedroom. “Bath’s ready mum.”

There was a smile in her voice. You stood up, preparing to leave the room when the woman squeezed your hands, passing you a knowing stare and you nodded.

Delicate. It was the only word in your mind as you watched the way Scotty cared for her mother. The way she guided her to the edge of the bed gently, allowing her time to adjust to the position. Reassurance came in the form of soothing words every step of the way to the bathroom. Love and tenderness were all Scotty knew, there was not a malicious bone in her body. Her aura was so delicate and tangible.

Pride consumed all her actions and it made your heart swell.

Her mother's confession bounced around your skull. She’d never opened the doors of her home to anyone before you, never invited anyone into her bubble of vulnerability, not even Dean. Everything about that fact filled you with warmth. You were important enough to share her home life with.

Scotty always showed you the parts of herself she shielded from the rest of the world, parts you adored. The feeling overwhelmed you, and you found yourself swimming in it. She gave so much of herself to those who held importance to her, and how lucky were you to be one of those people? All those high walls of defense came tumbling down around you, and you were adamant about showing your gratitude.

After about an hour, Scotty returned to the living room where you sat scrolling through your phone. The pitter-pattering of her feet inched toward you from behind and you turned to face her instinctively. Your smile was automatic, it always was when it came to her.

“Mum’s out.” She plopped down next to you and you leaned into her heat and the scent that clung to her, lavender body wash.

A beat of you two staring at each other passed and you spotted that familiar longing in her eyes, on her face. “I really like your mum. She's funny.”

“Yeah, she likes you too.” She giggled. “It's getting late, you staying over?”

You smirked, diving right into the opening Scotty was unaware she'd created. “You asking me to spend the night Viv? And where would I sleep if I did spend the night?”

“Oh um, I-I didn't mean it like that, just that if you didn't wanna drive this late you could stay. You could have my room, I can sleep right here on the couch. I mean it's not that comfortable, but I’d rather you be more comfortable than me if you did decide to stay over. I-”

You covered your mouth as you laughed, God she was the cutest. “I was just teasing, relax babe. I'm fine to drive. I actually have something to do in the morning.”

“Oh. Okay. I'll walk you out if you wanna go now?” You nodded and the pair of you headed to the front door.

“I had fun tonight.” You beamed at her as she stood, back against the threshold.

Scotty dipped her chin in that shy way you liked. “I did too.”

“Later.” You backed away awkwardly, huffing a laugh, not wanting to peel your eyes off her. You watched as she lifted a sleeved arm to scratch her head, somehow morphing it into a wave. Shaking your head, you got into your car, the hachings of a plan coming together in your mind as you drove off.

•••

“Oh my god! Scotty, I need you to come to my place right now! It’s an emergency, very urgent, just get here!” The faux desperation and terror in your voice faded with the call after you ended it, and you returned to gluing your lashes on. Janelle Monaé’s voice flowed from your speaker and you sang along in the middle of zipping your left boot.

Ten minutes later, rapid pounding at your door perked your ears up and you grinned devilishly. Right on time. One final spritz of setting spray and you grabbed your purse, making your way over to the door.

There stood a rather frazzled Scotty on the other side, sweat beads formed on her forehead, threatening to fall.

“You're here!” You pulled her stiff body in for a hug and she returned it cautiously. When you pulled away, your eyes met and yesterday repeated itself. Her mouth baited you just enough, only to offer you nothing. Push and pull; Scotty always pulled you in, only to push you away in the same breath.

Her erratic pupils scanned your made-up face and your risque outfit. Black mini skirt stopping slightly above the cup of your ass, matching black bralette that pushed your boobs up, and thigh-high boots.

Scotty was salivating at the sight of you and you smirked. Dressing this way was never something you did often, and it was certainly not something you did around Scotty, but it was worth her reaction. Her attraction to you had never been more obvious. Your exposed skin prickled under her observant gaze as she drank you in, creating goosebumps.

She stammered her words, attempting to refocus. “Yes, I’m here! You said there was an emergency? Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? Who hurt you?”

“Scotty, Scotty, relax! No one hurt me, but there is an emergency! Come on!” You gasped fraudulently, then sprinted to the stairwell. Her own hurried steps were not too far behind you. Swallowing your giggles was a challenge, but you did your best as you trotted down the stairs and out into the open street.

You ran to your car, hearing and out of breath Scotty wheezing behind you before she hopped in.

“Where are we going? What's the emergency?” She huffed, chest heaving beneath her flannel shirt. You watched as she buckled her seatbelt. Destination unknown, but Scotty found no issue with following your lead.

You started the car, then turned to her. “So about that. There isn't really an emergency.”

“But you said–” The octave in her voice rose ever so slightly.

“I know what I said, but it doesn't matter now. Because you lied to me, Vivienne.” Her full name reeked of accusation as you spat it out. Scotty flinched, noting your disappointed tone. You watched her rack her brain for the lie you claimed she told.

She tilted her head, puzzled. “I didn't lie to–”

“Where were you last Friday? More importantly, what event took place last Friday, or didn't take place because of your lies and deception, Vivienne.” Maybe you were being a tad dramatic, you glared at her like she murdered puppies and she shrunk in on herself.

She reached for the door handle, ready to book it, but you beat her to the punch, you were faster. You’d anticipated her action, and you locked it with unrivaled swiftness.

Scotty sighed, and you knew it was in defeat. “Could you stop using my name against me please?”

“When you tell me why you lied to both me and your mother.” Your squint was deadly. Her uncomfortable shifting satisfied you, she was aware she was in trouble.

“I knew leaving you two together alone wouldn't be good. Mum talks too much.”

You scoffed at her, did she really think she did nothing wrong here? “And you don't talk enough! You lied! Why didn't you tell me it was your birthday?”

“I don't know. I didn't wanna make a big deal out of it. I don't like celebrating much. That's all, it's not as serious as you’re making it out to be.” She mumbled the last part under her breath, fiddling with her short fingernails.

Her frown made you ease up a little. “Well, you still could've told me. At the very least.”

“I know. I'm sorry.” She sniffed and you braced yourself for the waterworks.

“Hey, hey! None of that! It's okay, I'm not mad at you babe. That's actually why called you over. I'm taking you shopping, surprise! Late birthday shopping spree, it'll be fun!” Your squeal was uncontainable as you drove off. Scotty only rolled her eyes, knowing she'd lost the battle and the war before she even joined the fight.

•••

“Do you want that?” You quizzed after seeing Scotty’s eyes flicker to a black and yellow circular saw. A split second glance, but she definitely looked at it.

She bit her lip and shook her head. “No. I don't need that, it's over sixty quid!”

“That's not what I asked you.” She tried protesting, but you were having none of it. Your vehement glare was unmoving, unbreakable, and she folded. She picked up the saw and placed it on top of the growing pile of tools in the cart with a groan.

Choosing where to take Scotty on your day out was truly a no-brainer. The hardware store was one of her favorite places. Stepping inside and inhaling the scent of fresh sawdust turned her into a kid running rampant through a candy store. Getting her to go along with you paying for everything was the true obstacle. Strings of objections were to be expected, but honestly, your ears were off the moment you stepped out of the car.

Her happiness was apparent, despite her efforts to conceal it. Her little squeak did not go unnoticed when you told her she could get that drill she'd been eyeing since last month. She shoved it in your face with an enormous grin after deciding on a color.

“Ooh how about these? Do you like these?” You bent over to look at some hacksaws.

Scotty whipped around, excited to see what you were pointing at. She spoke in whispered shouts that you couldn't make out, the hacksaws piquing your interest now too. “Uh, I think you should stand up! Like right now! Hey! Hey! You keep those eyes over there sir!”

“Scotts what are you on about, do you like these or–” After straightening your back, and turning to face her, you were met with a curious sight. You quirked a brow, amused. Scotty stood in front of you, arms outstretched, mirroring the letter T.

“Um, what are you doing?” You pursed your lips, holding in a laugh.

She looked back at you, a smidge of irritation present on her face. “When you bent over your butt was showing, and guys were staring!”

“See! Nothing to see here, keep moving mate!” Her stance refused to falter as she scolded a middle-aged white man ogling your cleavage. Scotty's small frame did very little to shelter you, but she was persistent, and you liked that.

God, she was adorable, and her protectiveness over you was sexy. It took everything you had not to kiss her right there in the middle of the aisle.

“Well thank you for protecting me from creeps. Though I still need to know if you want this.” You held up the saw and she grimaced.

“I don't.” She lowered her arms finally, stuffing them into her pockets.

“We’re getting it!” You cheesed and she rolled her eyes for the seven hundredth time. “Keep that up and your eyes will get stuck that way.”

Scotty deadpanned, and you laughed. “Can we go now? I'm sure I have more than enough new tools. All of these can't even fit in my toolbox anyway.”

“Ooh, that reminds me! We're getting you a new toolbox as well. Your current one's kind of…” You pushed off with the cart before she had the chance to say a word; Scotty had no choice but to follow you.

“Kind of what?!” She struggled to pull your skirt down in an attempt to cover your ass and you wiggled out of her grip, giggling all the while.

By the time you were ready to check out, the basket was overflowing, so much so that Scotty had to hold several items in her hands. Her annoyance was forced, you could tell, but you decided to entertain it.

“This is too much stuff. Why do you think I need four different pipe wrenches?” She fumbled to hold them all in one hand, five packs of pliers in the other.

“You love wrenches! And they're all different colors, so.” You grinned. It made you happier than you envisioned to spoil Scotty. She deserved every bit of it. She took care of everyone, always neglecting herself in the process, this was your chance to take care of her, and cater to her wants.

She huffed a dry laugh before mumbling. “And maybe I can use one of them to whack those guys who keep staring at you.”

“What was that babe?”

“Uh, nothing. Just wondering how much all this is gonna cost is all.”

You narrowed your eyes at her snark. The comment did make you blush some, knowing she'd do that for you. “Don't you worry your pretty little head about that Scotts.” The head pat broke her grimace and she giggled involuntarily.

The two of you were next and you began unloading the shopping cart. When the cashier was all done ringing you up, your total was well over five hundred pounds. The amount barely moved you as you reached for your card to pay.

“At least let me pay half?” Her voice was hopeful, but there was no doubt she already knew the answer coming her way.

You slapped her hand away with force and Scotty winced. “Are you mad?”

Scoffing, you paid for the bagged items then exited the store with a frustrated Scotty in tow.

Scotty refused to let you load the trunk and instructed you to wait inside the car until she was finished, muttering something about it being the least she could do, but you had a feeling she just wanted you as far away from prying eyes as possible.

When she got in the car, she gave you a death glare and you chuckled. “Don’t give me that look. I know you had fun in there.”

“Are we going home now?”

Your sly smile gave her the answer she seeked and she whined.

•••

You sat outside the fitting room waiting for Scotty to emerge. Getting her into the store was a hassle, more so than it should’ve been. But you came prepared for her reluctance, sweetening the deal with promises of buying any color flannel her heart desired. She let up then, and you tugged her by the wrist through the automatic doors.

Upon entering, a coat similar to the one she owned and loved caught your attention. You had to beg her to try it on.

She exited then, and your dimpled smile covered your entire face at the sight of her in the coat. It guzzled her body up, making her look extra cozy and comfortable. Perfect. You enjoyed seeing her clothes all baggy on her. You nodded in excitement and she did the opposite, objecting to it all.

“Too expensive, plus it’s not even winter yet. I don’t need it.”

You waited for her to pull it off before plopping it straight into the basket without a word. She caught your smirk and stomped off in the direction of the flannels. How cute.

Red ones, yellow ones, greens, blues. Scotty sifted through the endless racks of patterned button-ups and her excitement made you simper. “How many can I get?”

“As many as you want, baby.” You noted how she flushed at the use of the endearment, dipping her head back to the clothes. Scotty was in heaven, you had no idea the effect multi-colored plaid shirts could have on a person before now. Truly a precious sight to see.

Your heart doubled, tripled in size as you gazed at her. Scotty held each shirt she liked up for you to see, desperately seeking your approval before making her final decision. You responded with the utmost enthusiasm each time, needing to keep her ecstatic. The scene before you was more than enough to tip your bucket of feelings over. They swirled inside you, dancing around each other in perfect harmony. Dips and flips and skips.

She wheeled the cart over to where you stood when she finished. A beam so bright plastered on her face, never wavering, and you bathed in it. “Alright, I’m done.”

“How many did you get?”

“Ten. I hope that's okay?” Her eyes softened, glaring into yours.

You gave her a soft reassuring nod. “That's perfect. Ready to check out, unless you want something else?” She shook her head.

Scotty followed you to the cashier, overflowing with joy. You love watching her get all giddy over seemingly mundane things.

The guy behind the counter barely met your eyes as he said your total aloud. “Can you stop staring at my fucking tits for two seconds and give me my damn receipt thank you?”

“Is he bothering you? Don't bother her, are you crazy?!” Scotty was practically ready to leap over the counter, and you wanted to let her. Outbursts like this were rarer than rare with her and extremely unexpected given her seemingly skittish demeanor. But when they did happen, you weren't afraid to admit you liked them, maybe even loved them.

“It's fine, let's just go.” You exited the store beside her as she pushed the cart to your car. The sun was setting now, and the dimming daylight accentuated her beauty, forming shadows and shadings as though she was an art piece. Your back was against the car, arms crossed as you watched her load the trunk.

She glanced over at you, having felt your staring. “What?”

You stuttered, throat clogged by words you were too afraid to utter. “D-Did you get everything you wanted?”

“I did, yes.”

“Good, I'm glad. And thank you for sticking up for me today. I like that side of you.” A half smile decorated your cheeks.

Scotty stepped closer, pushing you to inhale softly. “Of course, the idea of strangers looking at you that way makes me sick.”

Your irises locked on each other for what felt like forever, and the cycle was spinning once more. You felt her breath, same as she felt yours, both coated in want but weighed down by hesitancy. She stamped her eyes tight causing confusion to stir within you.

“There was one thing I-I didn't get today. Something I’ve w-wanted for a while now.” A hushed whisper ran your blood cold. Hope pooled in your stomach, you recognized her tone well, and you pushed onto your toes in anticipation.

“Whatever it is, you can have it, Scotty.” You blinked, needing to capture the look on her face forever, needing to commit it to your memory.

She sighed, long and drawn out, and her words knocked you back. “To kiss you.” Her warm hands steadied you when your knees wobbled and she simpered softly.

Her candor was jarring. Many months of her turning away, only to finally admit what she'd been wanting here in the open. No coercion, no you making the first move. This was all her, all on her own, and it couldn't have been easy. Your brave Scotty. It filled you with something stronger, more potent than love.

“You can kiss me.” There was a beat where she hesitated, as though your words had yet to register, but soon enough her lips were on yours. Soft, plump, just as you'd imagined. Everything about the kiss electrified you.

Only Scotty had this hold on you, only Scotty could roar your feelings awake in this manner. You needed more of it, more of her. You deepened the kiss, fingers tangling in her hair and she whimpered. A magnificent whimper, one you needed to hear for the rest of time.

She held you in place against your vehicle, lips moving effortlessly against your own. When you pulled away to catch your breath, the agony in her pupils let you know she wanted more.

“That kiss made me hungry.” You grinned, knowing she was suffering. “You wanna get food now?”

“One more kiss please, then we eat! Just one.”

You giggled. “I don't know Viv, my stomach is definitely grumbling right now. Don't you hear it?”

Her whine was the sweetest ever. “I just need one more kiss. I’ll even pay for the food, just kiss me again. You said I could have anything I wanted, this is what I want. I want another kiss.”

“Well since you're offering to pay…” You pulled her in again and she moaned this time, melting right into your hands with ease. Your palms caressed her cheeks, easy and delicate, just like she was. Scotty was as delicate as they came, and she was yours.

The two of you climbed into the car after several more pecks. She refused to let your lips go, and you weren't complaining in the slightest. “You know I'm not letting you pay for dinner right?”

She groaned, throwing her head back and you pulled off with a hearty laugh. “How much more money are you going to spend on me?”

“All of it, if you let me, baby.”

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Go Easy On Me

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: dean introduces you to his friend when your shower needs fixing and you find yourself being drawn to her rather quickly.

word count: 3564

contains: fluff, reader making scotty flustered, scotty being her anxious, shy, sweet, emotional self

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: i honestly don't know how i feel about this. i think it's kinda cute i guess, and i can see myself writing a pt. 2 if y'all would want that. i just wanted to write something cute for my baby scotty cause i need her to be taken care of lol. enjoy <3

"Ah fuck!" Your body jerked back when you stepped under the ice-cold droplets raining down from your shower head. Third time this week. You had no idea how much more of this you were willing to take. Cold showers in the sweltering London heat were doable, but it was mid-December now, and freezing your tits off was not an option.

Shutting the water off, you wrapped your towel around your body and headed across the hall — this routine of showering at Dean's every afternoon before work was getting old. You didn't even bother knocking; the door was always open anyway.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, again?" Freddie lowered the toast from his mouth mid-bite.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, again."

"We ought to start charging ya for using up all the hot water."

Dean appeared out of his room then, smiling when he saw you, "Oh babe, is your shower out again?"

"And you leave your hair all on the walls!"

"Shut it, Freddie!" Dean turned back to face you, "When are you gonna have that looked at?"

You sighed; you did need to get it checked out. You'd discovered that your flat was the only one in the building with this little water issue. "The coffee shop only pays so much, Dean. I have bills, rent."

"Well, babe, if money is the only thing stopping you, I told you my friend would be more than willing to do it for free. She's like a lesbian Handy Manny."

The offer was tempting, and you were desperate, but the idea of not being able to pay someone for their service was not one you enjoyed. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe if I knew–"

"Well, speak of the devil! Scotts, there's someone I want you to meet!" Dean's tone was chipper, and you whipped around to follow it. Your eyes landed on a short-haired cutie at the entrance. Fighting your smile at the sight of her was impossible, like her presence warranted a big grin.

You stuck your hand out, and she shook it timidly. "Uh, I'm Scotty."

"Hi, Scotty." Her obvious averting of your towel-clad body was adorable. Her baggy jeans and flannel practically swallowed her whole under her coat. Anxious eyes wandered the open living space, attempting to focus on something, anything, that was not your half-naked frame.

The small thrill it brought you was something you hadn't felt in a long time. You were rethinking your stance now; maybe letting Scotty fix your shower wasn't such a bad idea.

Your smile morphed into a smirk when you caught her eyes scanning you for a split second before she ripped them away. "Scotts, the shower in the flat across the hall is on the fritz. You think you can check it out?"

You bit your lip, smiling slyly, "You don't have to if you're too busy. I can't pay you."

"Um, y-yeah. I can do that, can't right now, though. Got work in an hour." She looked you in the eyes for the first time since she'd arrived, and you couldn't help but swoon at their deep brown shade. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is perfect." You beamed at her, and she blushed. There was a tug of something brewing between the pair of you. It was irrational and immediate, given you'd only met, but it was something you felt needed to be explored. "I'm off to your shower Dean, hopefully for the last time. If Scotty here is as amazing with her hands as you say, I will be enjoying my own hot water come tomorrow."

Her eyes were saucers at your words, and she chuckled nervously, watching you saunter into the bathroom. You switched your hips as you walked away because of course you did, and feeling her stare bore into your back was the reward you were hoping for.

•••

A knock at your door jerked you awake. Groaning, you rolled over to glance at the time, 9:09 a.m.

“Hello? You in? It’s Scotty. I’m here about your shower like we talked about.”

Fuck. You scrambled out of bed, tangling in your covers and falling to the floor.

“You alright in there?” She sounded concerned on the other side of the door. You hadn’t forgotten she was coming; you just didn't think she would be this early. Working the late shift did not do wonders for your sleep schedule, and now Scotty was going to see just how much of a toll making coffee took on you.

When you finally reached your feet, you peeped in the mirror. Under-eye bags and dark circles, great. “Yeah, just need a second!” You scurried to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. At least now, your morning breath wouldn’t melt her face off.

You opened the door, and she flinched, but soon a gentle smile decorated her features. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry, I know it's early, but this was the only time I could come. I told my boss I was gonna be late today. The call center I work at is pretty lenient, so I could get away with that. Then I came straight here. I hope that's okay.”

You giggled at her nervous rambling, and puppy dog eyes, begging for forgiveness for a crime she did not commit. “Scotty, it's fine. Come in.”

“Okay. Cool, cool.” She crossed your threshold and stood awkwardly in your living room, toolbox clutched between her fingers, awaiting further instruction.

Leaning back against your couch, you eyed her. Scotty’s curious eyes roamed your home. They traveled around the space until they landed on you. She let her eyes trail your long legs to your large exposed thighs in your pajama shorts. A stifled breath lodged in her throat at the sight of your boobs perched in the t-shirt you wore.

You couldn't help your grin at her shamelessness in checking you out. She was unaware of you watching her until her eyes found yours. Caught. She knew it, and her shy blush was evidence of that: shock, embarrassment, remorse — emotions filtered through her rapidly.

“Is it appropriate to check a client out?”

Scotty cleared her throat, stuttering in attempts to speak. “Uh, I’m sorry. I-I wasn't… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m–” She fiddled with her fingers.

“I'm quite comfortable with you watching me, Scotty.” You leered at her.

She shook her head, “Sorry. We can get to the shower now, is the bathroom through here?”

“We can get to the shower, but I don't think we would enjoy ourselves much, babe. Freezing water and all that. Unless you're into that sorta thing.”

Her brows shot up. “No! That's not, that's not what I meant. I meant I can get to fixing your shower now.”

“Well, why didn't you say that, silly? Had me thinking you had ulterior motives coming round my place this early.” Your smile was bright, the complete opposite of hers; small and unsure.

You led her to the tub and turned the water on. “It goes in and out usually, but the past few weeks, it's just been cold.”

She stepped closer, putting her hand under the water to test it. “Do you know where your water heater is?”

“No? Am I to know that?” You scrunched your nose, and she laughed a little.

She shook her wet hands off in the tub before turning the knob. “Usually you would, yeah. I'm sure that's the issue here. Your water pressure is good.”

“If I were a water heater, where would I be?” You tapped your chin dramatically, scanning your apartment. Her little giggle brought to life the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and begging to be released.

“I think it's just here.” She said with a smile. Scotty turned the handle of a door you had no idea existed. You’d been in the flat for about three months, yet discovered something new about the place daily. Today: secret door leading to water heater.

She stepped inside the tiny space, examining the large tank. “Can you hand me a wrench out of my toolbox, please?”

“Right, cool. Which one's the wrench again?” The reaction on her face was priceless, and you bit back a chuckle. “I know what a wrench is Scotty, relax.”

Soft fingers brushed the back of your hand as you handed her the tool. Funny, working with her hands regularly did not strip them of their tenderness. Your butterflies grew increasingly impatient, needing to meet the person responsible for waking them. She let her fingers linger longer than necessary, and you were not complaining.

You found yourself enjoying the feeling of her touch. It pulled you in, and it made your insides tingle.

Watching her work on the heater was only making things worse. She'd removed her flannel, leaving her in her white tank top. Scotty’s muscles flexed with each movement, droplets of sweat forming on her upper arms and forehead. You exhaled a long breath when she bit her lip, deep in thought about what to do next. Not only was she adorable, but she was fucking sexy. She was very skilled at what she did; intricate, focused. It drove you mad.

She smirked and flipped a screwdriver in her hand triumphantly. “I fixed it!”

“Sorry, what?” She entranced you, and she was none the wiser. Scotty repeated herself, and you shook your head. “Oh! Do we check the water now?”

“Yes.” The back of her hand swiped across her forehead, and you considered fainting. But instead, you followed behind her to your bathroom, watching as her shoulder muscles contorted.

Sitting at the tub's edge, she turned the water on, repeating her movements from earlier. A large smile broke free on her face as she beckoned you closer. “It's hot.”

You sat next to her, tangling your fingers in the warm stream of water flowing from the tap. You could moan at the feeling, and you did. You glanced up at her eyes, feeling that tug from yesterday return. They twinkled before you, and you smirked.

“It is hot.” Ambiguity loomed in the air with the steam. Clueless as ever, Scotty only smiled.

You stood, throwing your arms around her excitedly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I could kiss you right now. Oh my god!”

Her eyes darted around the room as she scratched the back of her neck. “Um, it's nothing, really. I didn't do much.”

You batted your eyelashes at her. “You did more than you know, Scotty. You actually kinda saved my life, yeah? I wish I could pay you back.”

“Oh, you don't have to. I'm just happy to help.” And you knew she meant that. Scotty seemed like the type who wanted to make others happy. It was a beautiful attribute to possess, indeed.

“Tell you what. Come by my work later, and I’ll give you a free coffee and scone on the house. It's the least I can do.”

She grinned at you in that timid way you found yourself growing fond of. “I’d like that.”

Staring at her and into those beautiful, kind eyes filled you with something you were unaware you were missing. Warm and gooey, and you refused to rip your stare away from her. Scotty’s gaze was just as intense as your own. She felt the pull too, and it was apparent she had no clue what to do with it.

“You're adorable. You know that?” Your whisper knocked her off-kilter, and you shook your head. You knew you wouldn't get a response, and you were fine with that.

She eyed your lips, as you spoke to her. “I’ll get your things for you.”

You gathered her tools as she watched you, back pressed against your front door. She stalked your movements, and her breathing hitched when you bent over to pick up the last one.

“I hope you don't gawk at paying customers that way. Not sure it'd be good for business.” Standing in front of her, you could see the longing swimming around in her eyes.

She dipped her head as she took her toolbox. Lightning fingers struck you again, and you gasped. “Sorry.”

“And what exactly are you apologizing for, Scotty?” Your smirk was playful, and you knew you had her.

She gnawed on her bottom lip sheepishly, tripping over her words. A sight you wanted to see as often as time would allow. Trapping her was entertaining, teasing her — enticing. “I-I should get to work.”

“Mmm. You should. I’ll see you later, right? At the Brew Box?”

She only nodded, and she was out the door.

•••

“Have a nice day!” Your excitement was forced and fake. Irritation consumed you as you handed the customer their hot chocolate. You didn't hate your job, not entirely, but you did have a strong disdain for the customers filtering in and out.

None of them was the short, shy mechanic who fixed your hot water issues that very morning. So they did not matter.

Scotty never specified when she would be by, so every time the bell above the front door dinged, your head shot up in hopes it was her. It never was, and your mood soured. Your shift dragged on slower than usual, and your co-workers noticed your detached state. By eleven, it was closing time, and Scotty had not shown. There was a sting in your chest. You couldn’t understand why someone you met only yesterday standing you up felt so… off, but it did.

By the time you got home that night, you were so tired you could pass out. Ridding your body of your coffee-stained uniform, you climbed into your shower. Hot, soothing water massaged and embraced your skin, working out the tension built up there. The streams crashing onto you made your mind wander to Scotty. Thoughts of her consumed you as you cleaned yourself under the water she made possible. You were out like a light when you put on your bonnet and wrapped your covers around yourself.

Pounding at your door intruded on your dreams. “Fuck off!”

“Um, it’s Scotty.” The softest voice you’d ever heard. It jolted you out the bed and to the door. When you opened it, there she stood. “Hi.”

It took everything in you not to squeal at the sight of her. She wore a blue and black flannel today: the same green coat and the same baggy jeans. You smiled wide. “Hi, Scotty.”

Scotty fumbled with her fingers, something she obviously did when she was nervous. “I noticed that the hinge on your bathroom door was loose when I was here yesterday. Oh, and there’s a chip in your sink. Thought I’d fix them? If you’re cool with that.”

Her eyes darted around, avoiding yours altogether. You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “You trying to spoil me, Scotty? Coming all this way to fix a creaky door and a chipped sink?”

“I only live ten minutes from here.” Her cluelessness baffled you, honestly.

Knowingly, she shot straight to the bathroom with her toolbox. Your heart jumped a little at her knowing her way around your flat and noticing little things that needed fixing. Something you wouldn’t even care to notice. Attentive. You liked that.

“How's the water treating ya?” She placed the screwdriver between her lips and pushed onto her tip-toes to reach the top of your bathroom door. Nothing she said registered when she looked like that. It was evident Scotty had zero clue about the effect she had on you, how worked up you got from watching her tinker with her tools.

She stared at you expectantly with a head tilt when you didn’t answer. “It’s still working fine, right? You need me to take a look at it again? Because I can, I’ll have to call off work but that’s okay. I was–”

You shook your head, “What? No, the water is fine, babe. Perfect, actually.”

“Oh. Okay then.” She tried hiding her blush, but it lingered long enough for you to catch it.

“Missed you yesterday.” Even though your voice came out small, it still managed to make Scotty flinch.

She was working on your sink now, sanding the chip she fixed. When she emerged, she wore a frown. “I'm sorry. I wanted to come, I just–I. Something came up.”

“It's okay, I understand.” You walked towards her as she cleaned her hands with a rag. Fuck, even that was sexy. Watching her get in between her fingers, her palms. You almost moaned out loud.

She hadn't noticed you approaching, and she jumped at the visual of you directly in front of her. “So jumpy. It's cute.” You poked her stomach, and she quivered under your touch.

“I um… Are you going round to Dean’s party tonight?” She blinked, shutting her eyes tight as she exhaled.

“Parties aren't really my scene. I prefer more intimate settings. Allows for more… connecting. Don't you think?” The tension bubble enveloping the both of you was delicious. Scotty rattled at the closeness you two shared; you ate it up. Your chest was pressed against hers, and you could feel her heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

The rhythm fell in sync with the fluttering in your stomach. Sawdust mingled with the scent of her subtle cologne, and it made you dizzy. Her signature smell, you’d discerned.

She scratched her eyebrow with her thumb, “Maybe you uh, you should come. It could be fun. I’ll be there.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Her brows shot up then, and you couldn't help your smirk. “W-What? No. I'm just, I think you could have fun. You know Dean, he always makes everything fun.”

“Fun is one word you could use to describe Dean, I suppose.” You leaned in close enough to kiss her, and her breathing stuttered, “But I'll come. Since you'll be there.”

A grin was all she shot back, a flustered one. And you knew then, your mission was complete.

•••

You’d been at the party for over two hours, and there was no sign of Scotty. Sweaty bodies brushed up against you and the looped club mix did your head in. “Wanna dance?” Alcohol-laced breath wafted up your nose, and you gagged, pushing through the crowd of strangers. You did not need to keep suffering through this, so you left.

Decompressing from the loud music and gross people, you leaned back against the wall. A deep sigh escaped you.

“Hi.” A melody you knew well at this point. Your eyes traveled up to hers. There was an apologetic smile on her lips, and you folded in seconds.

You grinned at her. She looked cute, as usual. “Hi, Scotty.”

“Sorry about being late. You must hate me, huh?” She looked like there was more she wanted to say but couldn't find the words.

You felt a pull, so you moved in closer. “Hate you?”

“Yeah. Cause I keep standing you up, and I don't mean to. It's just, I wanna come. I wanted to come to your work yesterday, I really did. But I was too nervous. So I didn't come and I thought, you must really hate me now. And I had to make up for it, that's why I came by this morning. Even though I missed work, I didn't care.”

You grabbed her hands because she was sobbing, and it scared you. Dams of tears flowed from her eyes, and seeing her cry made your heart ache. “Scotty–”

“I think you're beautiful; I do. And I’d like to get to know you. But I’m scared because the last time I thought someone was beautiful, I messed it all up. And I don't wanna mess things up with you. And it's okay if you don't like me, I won't be mad.” Her tears grew heavier. She was hysterical.

“Oh babe, don't cry. I like you, Scotty, and I would love to get to know you as well.”

She sniffed, but the streams still came, “I’m not used to feeling like this. I just– I need you to be patient with me. I don't want you to hate me; please don't hate me. I’m sorry.” So much emotion in her words. The way Scotty felt things was deep — woven into her bones.

“If you give me a chance with your heart Scotty, I promise I’ll only ever be gentle.” You caressed her damp tear-stained cheek, and she nuzzled into the hold. Her attempts to bury her face in your palm confirmed your suspicions: she was starved for touch; she craved it. Scotty craved your touch. She clung to you when you pulled her in for a hug, refusing to let go. The pads of her fingers dug into your shoulders, it stung, but it was a breathable sting.

Your hands pressed against her face and you looked her in the eyes, swatting her tears away. “I’ve got you.”

You gently pushed your foreheads together, needing her to calm down and breathe. Peppering tender kisses to her face seemed to soothe her best, and seeing her relax soothed you.

This kind soul wormed her way into your heart with swiftness and ease. But you felt she had that effect on everyone she came in contact with. So much love with nowhere to expel it, and hesitant to receive it. You were going to change that. You would handle her with care.

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axailslink · 1 year

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Scotty is make a copy of your key crazy

"How did you get in my house?" Scotty fiddles with her hands before smiling "you gave me a key you don't remember?" "Girl I ain't give you no key to my goddamn house"

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axailslink · 1 year

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Dating Scotty hc's

• Scotty loves to spend on you which you aren't a fan of because she's used to saving and you're all for that idea. So when she gets you a gift she has to kind of sneak it in and scratch off the price tag.

° Scotty watches as you pull a dainty silver necklace from your lunch bag "so Scotty this fell out my bag this morning as I was eating lunch at work." Scotty watches her smile poorly hidden as she glances away from you "hm you must have an admirer" you scoff "I like it Scott it's simple but you know I have to as-" Scotty sighs and shakes her head "no no no just accept the gift" you shake your head. "No Scotty how much did you spend on this?" Scotty shakes her head "it's not important you like it my love for you has no price range" you scoff and shake your head "Scotty" "Y/n I didn't spend much I'm still saving. I don't think I spent much."

• Scotty constantly zones out especially during conversations

°"what?" You sigh noticing Scotty's very confused facial expression.

• Hesitant to be touchy she's afraid of making you uncomfortable so she I'm the beginning refuses to touch you and often apologized.

° Scotty's hand slips to your waist as you press a gentle kiss on her lips she realizes and quickly pulls her hand into her pocket "I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." You laugh and shake your head "no baby it's fine I promise" you grab her hand and place it on your waist "I like you hand there and your other one could go here" you grab her other hand and place it on your lower back. "Are you comfortable with this since we ended up meeting in a weird way I don't want to scare you again and uhm..." You shake your head "it's fine love really. You're fine."

• Ends up loving physical touch and she doesn't let you leave her grip at all when you're cuddling in bed. She'll kiss all over your face and neck especially when you're not feeling good. Touches you sometimes just because she hasn't done so all day she'll gently caress your hand with her own. Loves rubbing your skin whether it be your hands, thighs or ass she loves touching it.

• Passionate kisses always she hates small pecks because as she'd say "I love you too much to not express that in my actions"

• Devastated when she sees you upset or mad at her and usually results in gifting you things until you're no longer upset.

° "Baby I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you. How can I make it up? I could buy you something or...?"

• Loves when you walk around in your large T and underwear it makes her feel like you're comfortable around her.

° Insists you wear one of her flannel button ups instead because it's her girlfriend duty.

• Really shy when she's naked around you but tries to act like she isn't

• Scotty is shy in general but she'll have her sudden bursts of confidence but when you raise a brow she's quick to return to her shy state.

• Begs for kisses from you because you're not as affectionate "kiss me kiss me please I need kisses I deserve kisses I'll cook tonight if you give me a kiss."

• Random bursts of energy she's the type it'll be three in the morning and instead of sleeping she's up singing karaoke.

° "Vivienne Scott go to bed!" You toss her pillow at her head and snuggle back into the covers but she quickly dodges and jumps on the bed singing louder in your ear.

• Doesn't mind a quick beer while out with friends and rarely gets drunk because she knows her limit

• Compliments you all the time

°" your hair looks amazing today" "that's what you wearing?" "You look good" "you're cute or whatever" "your eyes are just asking me to kiss you you have such pretty eyes"

• You cut her hair when it becomes too outgrown gently and she loves it

• Exhausted daily from working but never tells you

• Sneaks out to do her other jobs because she doesn't want you worried about how much she works

• Easily jealous if she notices someone feeling you up she's extra touchy

° "she's dating somebody"

° "she don't like guys"

° "you staring mad hard"

• Sweetest being on earth will cook for you and her mom

• loves cutesy nicknames especially when you're calling her them however she calls you weird things in return. For example she saw you eating a bag of crisps once and she thought it was so cute.

° She sings the name she has for you as she walks into the kitchen "Crisp" you roll your eyes at what you thought was a ridiculous nickname "I'm not answering to that ever. You can't be normal and say babe or something?" She shakes her head no "nah I like crisp better" she kisses your cheek and you can't help but smile. "Crisp is stupid" Scotty nods "maybe but whenever I saw it I think of you downing that bag of crisps. I always get a good smile after saying it."

A/n: this was long and random but needed to be done because I got a little inspo for her recently.

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axailslink · 1 year

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Scotty doesn't wear lipgloss so she loves when you kiss her with it on in fact she'll walk around like the mark isn't even there like it's okay that's her new chapstick for the day.

"Your lips a lil dry" Scotty licks her lips but you're convinced that doesn't help much so you look through your bag for your Vaseline, gloss, chapstick or something but Scotty taps your chin turning your attention to her and she hums before placing a soft kiss on your lips one that makes you smiling a mess. She rubs her lips together and shrugs "not dry anymore we good?"

Things I think Scotty would do

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axailslink · 1 year

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Matching outfits?

With the characters I write for

Rosalie Otterbourne

Obviously not Rosalie is a high dollar girl fuck matching clothing she wants matching jewelry from necklaces to bracelets if she gets one so do you.

Riri Williams

Absolutely without a doubt she loves matching shoes with you because she always has on some clean sneaks she feels you should too but sometimes it's as simple as a matching bonnet or matching tank top.

Judy Harmon

Sadly no it's just not her thing she doesn't have a reason just never has the time to worry about that but your switchblade and her switchblade are very close in comparison.

Shuri Udaku

Yes if the matching outfits with Riri don't say enough she loves matching with you but she always encourages you to make it t look a bit different. Wants you to add your own little flare.

Jamie Harrison

Jamie claims she hates it and does because why would you want to dress the same as your lover? "We look like we came out the same pussy man"

Vivienne Scott

Would never ask you herself but would love to do it she finds it so cute but doesn't know if you find it mad cringy so she watches you get dressed and matches with you secretly. It's never planned between you both she just shows up in the same colors or the same type of jeans.

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axailslink · 1 year

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Alright it has to be said although Scotty is our sweet being she finds it hard to move on so there is no breaking up when it comes to her. This is definitely a toxic trait but some of y'all like weird shit like this.

Scotty will definitely not know how to handle you breaking up with her her mood will be down and she won't act like herself after a breakup.

You roll on your back and jokingly say "I'm going to break up with you man you play too much" Scotty pauses in her actions before turning around "no you're not" you nod "yes I am." Scotty stares at you blankly "why? I didn't do anything I completely understand that you have free range in whatever you decide but I didn't do anything and I see no reasoning as to w-" you grab Scotty's hands "stop. I'm playing that obviously got to you my bad."

Things I think Scotty would do

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inmyheadimobsessed · 1 year

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Ruin the Friendship

pairing: scotty ✘ black!fem!reader

summary: it's raining, the power's out and you're alone with your brother's best friend, the girl you've been pining after for years. there must be a way for the two of you to pass the time, right?

word count: long <3

contains: smut (18+), oral (scotty being a munch), fingering (reader receiving), strap!scotty, desperate!scotty, extremely softtop!scotty, needy!reader, bottom!reader, tribbing, lovesick!reader (like BAD), a little angsty (reader is a dramatic crybaby who's in love, leave her alone), scotty is still her cute little shy self, but because she knows reader, she's a lil more open, drunken confessions, passionate sex, biting, lots of crying, praise, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, fluff at the end (they're just soo in love)

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note: back writing for the love of my life again, now y'all can stop YELLING at me! this fic kinda beat my ass a lil bit, but we did it joe! but honestly idk how the idea of scotty fucking on her best friend's sister turned into this, it was post to be funny and fluffy and cute (which it still kinda is) but THIS that i'm posting was not in anyway similar to the original plot of the movie. like i was writing and then i got done, looked back at my outline, and was like ooh baby this ain't the script. i was depressed as hell writing this too, so sowwy of it seeped through LOL! i do love this version of scotty though, she's just so ugh. anywho, hope y'all still enjoy. mwah mwahh!!

Falling for Scotty was instinctive, as effortless as an inhale — your feelings for her etched into your bones. And with those etchings traveled a wanting ache that created a home within your marrow, tunneling deep, and hollowing you out until the sensation was all you knew.

You welcomed it though, this incessant throb, for it was the only proof of your capability to love in this capacity: deeply, entirely, unequivocally. It wasn't easy, breathing without knowing her touch, but options outside of this did not exist for you, so you were forced to yearn from a distance, as you did now.

Your hurt lived at its peak at this moment, tugging on your sore heartstrings as you watched her cut your grass with a sigh brined in want. Scotty bathed beneath the drizzle of her sweat before you, dark skin glistening under each droplet while the sun accentuated her shine.

Those fingers, they belonged to a worker. Their tight squeeze on the lawn mower left you breathless as you envisioned their tips pressing deep into your throat, departing your flesh only after the creation of pretty bruises.

When the back of her hand met her damp forehead, you gasped in anticipation, a sharp gust of air nicking your throat on its way down. You waited, gnawing on your lip anxiously, gloved hands clamping down on the soapy plate in your hold — she was going to do it soon.

You were practically drooling, eyes protruding as you scanned her perspiring body hungrily. And then… there it was. Scotty's halt stopped your heart, and the plate you previously held plunged directly into a sudsy bath.

She removed her digits from the lawnmower, and her hand traveled down. Down to the hem of her soaked tank top, and she hoisted it up. Up to her face for assistance in drying her sweat beads. The material rose just enough for you to spot the edge of her equally damp sports bra clinging to her sticky skin, and she blessed your vision with those perfect flexing abs of hers.

A singular line of sweat rolled its way down the center of her toned stomach and your entranced irises stalked it, following the trickle’s descent to the waistband of her shorts until the droplet was absorbed by the material. “Fuck…”

You bit your lip with a smirk, squeezing your thighs together. Her fists clenched the handle again, and she fell back into her practiced pushing, eyebrows knitting against the slight resistance. If the window were open, her gravelly grunts would bless your eardrums with their strain, and your mind would construct the picture of her floating above you, making those same tired sounds as she rocked–

“Why do you just have the tap running?” That stupid voice. Your brother's voice. It snuck up on you, and it restarted your still heart, serving as nothing more than an aggravating prompt as to why Scotty wasn't yours.

You rolled your eyes, tightening your grip on that restraint trying desperately to escape your claws. “Maybe don't worry about what I’m doing.”

“When I pay the water bill, I make it my business to know how it's being used. Or in this case, how it's being wasted.”

Your groan was unavoidable, it always was when your brother chose to invade your bubble. Reluctantly, you peeled longing eyes away from Scotty, returning your focus to the dishes floating in the sink with a grumble. “You're so fucking lame.”

“Yeah, I'm lame.” You tossed a glance back at him, noting the way he buried his huge block head inside the fridge, and you took this as an opportunity to ogle your sweat-drenched love once more. You pushed onto your toes, hopelessly trailing Scotty's strides in the grass, clinging to the grace in which she moved as your stomach welcomed that familiar tightness.

The last dish was on the rack now, and you switched off the streams just as your brother emerged from the fridge with two chilled water bottles. He pushed past you, bumping your shoulder on purpose as he trotted to the back door, and soon the sounds of a growling mower filled the house. “Yo! Scotts, take a break, yeah?”

You watched her in the window again, her eyes finding yours through the glass. A fire flickered alive inside your body when she glanced up at you, and Scotty let a small smile crack across those lips you’d felt only in dreams. Your inhale surfaced low in volume, but its choice to harmonize with your sprinting heart’s prayer for reprieve deafened you still.

She was on the patio now, chatting mindlessly with your brother, and slowly, you allowed the prattle of her distant voice to draw you in, engraved bones piloting each of your strides to the living room as your tired heart complied.

“So, you coming by next Saturday?” You planted yourself by the couch, out of your brother’s view, but squarely in Scotty's. Bare thighs bewitched her, and automatically, those frantic eyes of hers swept the expanse of them, widening the longer she scanned them over in your shorts. Scotty let her inspecting linger, permitting her shameless gaze to climb your uncovered stomach, the poke of your boobs beneath your bralette, and finally, she let her eyes latch onto your expecting brown ones.

You blushed under her heated watch, and she did the same beneath yours. She wrestled with a demanding smirk and lost, but her attempt to conceal it remained adorable. Your Scotty was a story, seared into your skull, recitable on command, and if she knew your skill when reading her, she'd see her endeavor as what it was; one of no use.

Your brother tapped her shoulder, pulling her attention from you to him just after he peered back at you with a head shake. “Scotts, did you hear me?”

“Sorry, what?” She blinked, floundering in the shame of being caught, and you giggled from where you stood. You resided in her head, as she lived in yours.

This notion stirred a strength inside you, a sense of supremacy awakened only when you were reminded you weren't alone in your fancy, and it subsided some of that ache for a brief while.

“I said, are you coming by next Saturday? Mum’s out of town so I'm having people over, real lowkey. You gotta come mate, it's always so hard to get you out of the house.”

Thieving were your brother’s words, robbing you of Scotty's attention and you huffed in annoyance. Basking below her inspection filled your desperate body with a warmth; her stare was the kind to sizzle your skin, and you loathed the absence of the feeling.

Her head craned backward as she pushed the neck of her sweating water bottle to her awaiting lips, throat bobbing with each eager swallow of the cool liquid. You watched small streams spill from her lips, and roll down her neck, tangling with her existing speckles of perspiration. She was messy with each gulp, and a wet mouth suited her. “Uh, I’m not sure.”

Fuck, that voice again, you moaned at its vibration, and the not-so-subtle whimper perked both sets of ears on the patio. Your brother’s scrutiny heated your already burning skin, but you ignored its blaze, just as you disregarded your body’s demand that you run. You couldn't, you needed to witness the way her lips quirked ever so slightly when she heard the sound, your sound.

“Why are we even best friends, Scotts? I always gotta force you to come out.” Your brother whined, making her chuckle. God that laugh of hers; timid; deliberate, and it tugged you forward into its infectious reverb. Scotty owned you in this way, her laugh owned you, her nervous smile as you inched closer. Sore muscles propelled you toward her, and they were met with zero resistance — proximity to Scotty held all the power to dull your ache.

Fingers circled the doorknob as you hooked your chin around the open door, and you smiled up at the shy girl before you. “I’ll be here on Saturday Viv, you'll come to see me, right?”

“Uh…” Rendering her speechless, an action that bustled your pride. Her anxious fidget was one of the many things you loved about her, that, and the way she struggled pitifully when attempting to hide just how flustered your existence made her.

Your brother groaned, “You’ll be in your room. I don't want you anywhere near my friends.”

“Your friends are all a bunch of dickheads, just like you,” You smirked, and Scotty tripped into it against her will, steadying herself bashfully at the last second. “Well, except for you, Viv. You couldn't be a dickhead if you tried.”

“She's not fucking interested. And you look desperate.”

You stepped onto the patio then, smacking his head, and he winced dramatically. A sweet sound, though it wasn't comparable to the one you sought; Scotty’s laugh. When she offered it up it melted your mind; you’d be a puddle soon, legs and body dissolving before those swirling irises you loved dearly. “So glad the asshole gene ended with you.”

Scotty giggled again, waking the butterflies batting violently in your depths. “I’ll see you Saturday, Viv?”

“S-See you S-Saturday.”

•••

The ends of your wild braids veiled your bare chest, fingers dancing slowly down to where you needed them most as you tugged your nipple roughly. When those spit-soaked lips of yours separated, one name existed on your tongue, and it clamored from your pits the second shaking digits connected with your sensitive clit. “Scotty…”

A forever-clogged head generated only conjurings of her, your fantasies being the one place you were allowed to have her, and you never shied from indulging. Slow strokes teased that feeling forward, and your pedicured toes curled the higher her face in your mind's eye made you soar. Her name was enclosed in each exhale, intricately wrapped in your lusty desires with their inevitable unraveling being enough to tip you over.

“Oh, Scotty…” You let the sound of your slickness entrance you, brain traveling to her reaction if she were here to see you, feel you, taste–

A series of knocks on your bedroom door ripped you from deep within your Scotty-riddled thoughts, and you groaned, rolling over in your pillow to muffle an irritated scream. “Fuck off!”

“Scotty’s coming over to fix the drip in the bathroom sink. Let her in, and don't be a fucking weirdo, I'm going out.”

Your brother’s words possessed the strength to spring your body upright in your sheets, and you grinned, welcoming that throb you were on a mission to subdue just seconds ago, that throb that breathed and intensified from the mere mention of her name.

You tugged your T-shirt back on, slid your underwear up, and sighed at the feel of your slick gluing the thin material to your folds.

Rarely did the opportunity of being alone with Scotty arise, she was your brother’s friend, and she ventured around only to hang out with him, emphasizing your position in her life. Scotty liked you, a fact clear as day, but the restraint housed within her body remained one that forever combated your own, and it was for this reason that you forced yourself to become comfortable with the scope of separation between you both. But, she was on her way over, and it’d just be the two of you now.

Possibility floated in the atmosphere as you mulled this thought over, and your excitement constricted your chest, tightening those exhausted little heartstrings of yours.

An unsteady step abetted your climb from your bed and you exhaled once on your feet; your climax evaded your grasp, but the prospect of spending time with your forbidden love held the power to wobble you still.

The shirt draping your frame left nothing up to the imagination, exposing your curves, the nudge of your sore nipples, and your damp panty-clad cunt remained visible as you studied yourself in the mirror. Your attire screamed “She was just in the middle of getting off,” and you contemplated changing into something more… appropriate.

But the resounding clang of the doorbell blared throughout the house, jarring you, and you toppled, your half-naked body tripping over scattered shoes and dirty laundry begging to be washed on the floor. It rang again, and you stumbled back on your feet, flying out your bedroom door and down the steps at the speed of lightning. There was something to be said about the pathetic nature in which you staggered to the front door. You were a fawn, learning to stable oneself for the first time, lacking grace, lacking finesse as you launched yourself forward for the doorknob.

Did you care? Certainly not, not with Scotty awaiting your greeting on the other side of the barrier keeping you two apart.

Breathless as you were, you opened the door just as her finger poked the button again, and the pair of you giggled shyly, noting the other's blush. You could never tire of her laugh, and its coyness. It coaxed her blinding smile into the open, and once it beamed out, clouding it became a difficult task for Scotty.

“H-Hey Viv…” You huffed, scanning her appearance with a gulp.

Her blushing never faltered, mouth gaping before she decided to suck in her bottom lip at the sight of you in just a shirt. She dipped her head, sheepish in her attempt to shelter her nerves, but her sweet stutter betrayed her the moment she opened that pretty mouth, “Um, uh, h-hi. I c-came for the um, the…”

“The sink.” You finished for her, and she nodded with a small chuckle.

“Uh, yeah. The sink.” You stepped aside and Scotty trudged into the house, toolbox locked in those strong fingers as she wiped her work boots on the mat rather awkwardly. She watched you all the while, eyes trained on your thighs as you smirked up at her, absorbing the rays of her immersion. Scotty attempted subtlety when your brother was around, but she took advantage of his absence now as she ogled your tight nipples poking up in your shirt.

You ran your fingers through your braids, shaking them slightly to make your tits jump before her eyes, and when she exhaled wearily, you allowed your throat to vacuum her air, breathing in its warmth with a quiet moan.

And you smiled then, feeling that comfortable throb weaken just from the nearness of your bodies.

Scotty was right there, right in front of you, and it would be nothing to reach out and touch. God, you wanted to reach out and touch, but just as you leaned in a little, she jerked, turning frantically and heading to the stairs. “It shouldn't um, take me too long. It's just a drip r-right?”

“J-Just a drip…” Though, the leaking at your core exceeded that.

You climbed the stairs behind her, pulling on the hem of your top anxiously with each step as you followed her knowing strides to your bathroom. Scotty's shoulders flexed under her black and yellow patterned shirt, and your treacherous mind concocted images of crimson claws dragging along her back, feeling those blades tighten and loosen with steady thrusts, if you were blessed with the opportunity to lay beneath her as she had her way with you, that was.

“Can you um, I have to look under the sink. Just uh, tell me if the drip is still going when I ask, yeah?” She flicked on the light, placing her toolbox down on the mat and you nodded slowly. There laid command in her request — innocent in her mind — but far from in yours.

You hoisted yourself onto the counter, naked thighs spilling out from under your T-shirt. Its lack of length once again became her fixation, and you watched the flash of realization storm Scotty's electric eyes; she would have to kneel before you to get under the sink. You smirked, concluding this at the same time she did, and slowly, she stooped in hesitation, sinking to the floor to open the cabinet. Her eyes refused to leave your seductive ones, and a devious plan slithered its way into your mind like a serpent.

Once Scotty was on her knees, she wavered, chewing her lip nervously, still watching you, and you allowed your parting thighs to rocket her heart.

There was a squish, because you were fucking drenched, and Scotty's eyes followed the sound her ears alerted her of, landing right on your damp core. She whimpered in the back of her throat, permitting the sight to captivate her fully, and she frowned. She found your eyes again, pleading wordlessly for you to shut your legs, to allow her to do what she came to, but you were not in the business of being gracious. You wanted her too much — the beating in your chest and the beating at your core driving your choice.

“J-Just, uh, let me know about the drip.” She pointed weakly to the faucet, capturing one last glance at your red panties before vanishing under the sink.

She fumbled with the valves, “Did it stop?”

“Nope.” Your legs were swinging, blood rushing at the sight of her exposed middle, her stomach contracting as she worked.

“Now? Is it still leaking?” You glanced at the faucet, clapping your hands when you noticed the drip had disappeared, only to realize the one at your center was gaining stream.

You giggled, “Something's leaking.”

Scotty sighed, seemingly frustrated and you pouted, “But is the faucet still leaking? That's what I’m asking.”

“No.”

She muttered something, but it went unheard because her abs were out of hiding fully now, and you were a drooling mess at the image of her splayed on your bathroom floor. “How long have we known each other, Viv?”

Scotty hummed, unmoving under your cabinet. Something told you she remained under there on purpose. “All our lives.”

“And would you believe me if I said I've had a crush on you this entire time?” Your question startled you, and you blinked at your sudden spurt of confidence, gripping the countertop firmly to avoid fainting.

There was a thud, and a small groan, one that shouldn't have excited you because it was obvious the sound derived from pain, but any sort of moan evading Scotty's lips would push thrill through your body. “No.”

She stood, rubbing the side of her forehead with that same groan again, and you tilted your head. “You wouldn't believe that I have a crush on you?”

Her eyes brimmed with a speckle akin to want — hope; Scotty hoped sincerity guided your words. They dazzled, irises swimming in a chocolate sea as you studied her reluctance. Her pretty lips hung downward as you let your full ones fall also, the sight fracturing your heart just a little, her resistance in belief. “You wouldn't believe me, Viv?”

“The drip is on the hot water side. I n-need you to get down so I can take the f-faucet apart.”

Words that broke your heart entirely, because she was shaking, and she refused to answer your question. “I do, have a crush on you, Vivienne.”

A crush. An insignificant word, and a diluted confession, you thought. Describing what you felt for Scotty as a crush seemed so trivial. You loved her, you were in love with her, and you wanted her to love you. But if your admission of a crush unnerved her this much, you were terrified to find out what a declaration of love would do to the poor girl.

“Uh, c-can you let me get to the faucet? Please?”

Earnesty eluded Scotty now, the averting of your spiky stare told you that. She fought it, her desire to slip between your thighs and hold you close, but it would ultimately be a battle lost. “Scotts…”

“Please.”

You whimpered, “Scotty, look at me?”

Brown eyes met your wishing ones and she softened immediately, her sweaty forehead falling to yours as she snaked her arms around your waist. God, you could break. You did break, you broke the moment she did. “I-I… you…”

Her tears were light and steady, and they scorched, flowing and mixing with your own as you offered up a small whine. You cupped her wet face, and Scotty nuzzled her cheek into your delicate palm with a sigh, confirming the thing you always assumed — she was a beauty starved for touch. And now, amending this was to be your job as you gazed into her welling eyes.

It was so easy, to drown in every unspoken emotion filtering out the both of you through your sobs, and if she continued to peer at you through damp lashes, you just might let yourself sink.

Salty tears rushed your tastebuds, forcing you to swallow each drizzle as you searched for the right thing to say to calm your love. “Scotty…”

“Would y-you b-believe m-me if I said I had a c-crush on you, too?” She questioned with a sniffle, heated fingers gripping yours, and reluctantly, you let her peel your hands from her face. Your waist felt bare without her digits pressing into it, and your shattered heart knew not how to take the loss.

You laughed lightly, “Yeah?”

Scotty let the corner of her mouth quirk, and she took in your murky irises. “I shouldn't, but I do.”

“Would you like to kiss me, Scotty?”

She shut her eyes with a desperate groan, squeezing your digits so tight, your fingertips ran cold. “God… very much.”

You caressed her face intently, eyes boring into her untamed ones as you watched her brows knit in anticipation. And then you were pulling her in, feeling her hot mouth moving against your own. Your world stilled, and the remaining shards of your broken heart plummeted, leaving those butterflies of yours as the only things inside of you capable of sustaining life.

Your ache, your beautiful, throbbing, lifelong ache dwindled for a moment as Scotty's mouth meshed with yours. She kissed you fiercely, fingers grazing your throat, breathing existence back into your being, and it was then that you moaned for her.

Scotty lost it, your sound putting her on the prowl. Her incisors punctured your bottom lip and you hissed from the euphoric pain, wrapping your legs around her slim waist, fingers finding their way under her shirt with haste. When you grazed the dips of those abs you gawked on a daily, your moan bloomed louder, and Scotty pulled away.

“God. That s-sound, oh my god, s-so pretty. Please.”

You nodded, “Kiss me again.”

But Scotty shook her head, puzzling you, and when her teary eyes met yours, your ache returned — at full force — crushing every bone in your body. “We can't.”

“W-We just d-did.”

She kissed your hands, making you shudder, and she frowned. “Your brother…”

“Isn't here. It's just us, you and me Scotts. Want you to kiss me again, want you to touch me, please. Please, Scotty.”

Scotty pressed her back into the wall in front of you, eyes glazed over as you watched her breathing pick up. She once again battled with her want for you, and the only thing barring her triumph, was your stupid fucking brother.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to let it end like this, not after finally tasting her tongue outside of your imagination. “Scotty. Touch me.”

“Fuck… you can't say things like that,” She winced, as if your words inflicted pain. “Makes my mind go places it shouldn't.”

You raised your brow at this, “Where does your mind go when I give you permission to touch me?”

She didn't answer, so you reached out for her, spreading your legs wider the closer she inched, and she stared at your wet panties, pupils dilating as she whimpered. “I c-can't. I'm not supposed t-to. You're off limits t-to me.”

“But you want to, don't you? You wanna feel me, Scotty?”

She nodded, sucking in a sharp breath as she allowed you to press her palm flat against your heat. “Feel me, Scotty.”

You shoved your panties to the side, reveling in the effort it took to unstick the cloth from your pussy, and Scotty gasped.

A singular tear rolled down her cheek when presented with the cunt that wept for her touch, your clit calling her name with each jump. She stared into your wanting eyes, begging for permission and you nodded. Scotty pressed into your clit, whining softly along with your mewls, and you nestled your face into her chest to muffle them, entirely consumed by the ecstasy flooding your senses.

Scotty massaged nurturing circles into your bud, her wounded moans ringing in your ear while she twitched, absorbing the sound of your slick pussy. You hadn't even noticed you were crying again until you opened your mouth to moan, and warm droplets filled it.

You leaked onto the bathroom counter, wetness spilling with each of her delicate rubs. It wasn't long before you were quaking, thighs levitating in sync with your racing heart as you pushed your back into the mirror.

“You're s-so, fuck, I-I wanna… Can I put my f-fingers inside you? Wanna feel all of you.” You nodded, and Scotty wasted no time slipping two coated digits into your hole. God, it was way more than you saw yourself able to handle. The pleasure, the emotions; your body couldn't bear it.

Hard nipples rubbed against your shirt as you moaned for her, and she nodded toward the protrusion. “Touch them for me?”

This Scotty, and her commanding bass were a foreign pair to you. Though phrased as a question, her request was the furthest thing from, and you complied immediately, pulling your perky nipples above the material as your eyes fanned down to where Scotty worked you. “Fuck, Scotty, just like that…”

“Lift your shirt, I-I wanna s-see them please.”

The hem of your shirt came up as you hummed faintly, and your boobs were out, fingers latching on to tweak your tender nubs once more. The sound of her fucking your pussy with her fingers had you reeling, every tendon in your body tightening as they prepared to snap. You bucked into each of her skilled thrusts, whimper after whimper dropping from your parted lips as she stretched your tight cunt.

Scotty was inside of you, you were riding her worker digits as she grunted from how your walls drank her in. Fuck, was this real life? “You're so wet, god I can't take this.”

“Only f-for you, please, pleeease!” You craned your neck, connected your mouth with your nipple, swirling your tongue around its firmness, never once breaking eye contact with her and she shivered at your lewd act.

“You drive me crazy, I just, fuck… You're so beautiful.” Scotty confessed, flicking your clit with ferocity, and you cried out.

“I'm, I'm gonna come! Please, faster Scotty, I wanna come for you! Please!” You sprawled for her as you sobbed her name, showing off your flexibility and Scotty cursed under her breath. You were certain her knees would give out soon with their continued buckling as she worked your pussy; she looked closer to collapse than you.

Her pace increased, outstretching her free hand to grip your floating thigh, and she pressed a kiss to your ankle. “Can I touch them?”

You were so out of it, but you nodded, and Scotty’s palm trailed your lurching stomach on its way up to your sensitive tits. She cupped the right one, basking in its warmth as your messy pussy sucked in her knuckles, tips brushing your special spot.

“Fuck! Right there! Oh my god! Right fucking there!” You jerked, fisting her shirt to yank her in for a sloppy kiss as the showers of your climax rained down on you. You were denied the feeling earlier, but you chose to believe this was because fate wanted Scotty to bring about your bliss. It was intense as hell, a willful pour that turned your vision white, and your moan was long and broken, eyes spilling endlessly. Scotty kissed your tears away, pumping you slower now, the ghost of her warm breath doing what it could to soothe you.

“You're so pretty when you come.”

A tired little groan crept out of you; you were attempting to thank her, but those numbing lips of hers were more powerful than you'd realized as she used them to whisper into your charged skin. “Shh. It's okay. You're okay.”

She remained inside of you, absorbing your clench as she whined from the suction, that was until footsteps approached the door. “Scotts, you in there?”

Scotty plucked her fingers from your seeping cunt, leaving you empty as panic seized her. You couldn't move, so you chose to watch her frantic dance through slanted eyes while you heaved, orgasm sitting still on your chest, weighing you down. She was genuinely terrified: scrambling to get her tools, muttering under her breath, and you wanted to calm her, but you couldn't move.

“I'm sorry.” Scotty pecked your forehead, forbidding her lips’ linger, and then she slipped out the door before your brother got a chance to reach for the handle, abandoning your spent figure in a pool of your release on the counter.

•••

Rejection was not fatal, and chanting this motto should drill belief into your brain. Should. But reliance on these words provided no comfort, or aid. Instead, they epitomized the only sentiment your snapping mind seemed able to hold fast to: Scotty did not want you.

She left you behind on the drenched bathroom counter, discarded as a thing she played with before deciding you no longer were of use to her. Admitting her behavior had been cruel was not a thing you saw yourself able to do though, because you knew your Scotty, and within her dwelled not an ounce of cruelty. Inflicting pain, breaking your heart in the way she did that day was not, should not, have been in her nature.

But you experienced it, barely survived her transgression, so what were you supposed to believe? Certainly not the mantra about rejection’s inability to fatally scar, because here you lay, permeating in the blood drawn from the wounds of Scotty's misdeed, slipping out of your mind, and away from yourself with time.

Once, you had a whole heart, it took up space, its beating gave you life, breeding your ability to love, because you loved Scotty. But now, similarly to your excavated bones, there lived a hollowness in your chest. A hollowness operating as a depressing reminder that your motionless heart existed in tatters, occupying the deepest depths of your knotted stomach.

Maybe you were being dramatic, though you’d tried being hopeful, thinking she would come round the next day, desperate to apologize, desperate to hold you and call you hers. But Scotty never showed, and all sense of promise had departed by the end of the week, amidst the lonely nights spent crying yourself to sleep.

Something you were attempting to do now as you tangled your aching body in your many blankets. A satin pillow covered your face, damp with tears as you groaned aloud, irritated by the music and laughter floating up from downstairs.

Your stupid fucking brother and his stupid fucking friends. Being in distress the entire week helped you forget about the party he was throwing tonight, but you couldn't ignore it now, and the sound of their happiness made your eye twitch. How dare that drove of losers enjoy life, when you sat teetering on the brink of death? It wasn't fair, and you wanted to scream it in their faces, but another wave of sobs flooded your cheeks, and you hugged your teddy bear tighter, mind racing to her.

“Scotts! You made it mate! Didn't think you'd be coming round after you've been MIA all week. You alright?”

You were up on your feet at the mention of her presence, drying your tears and booking it down the stairs as you gave in to your body's coercion, not a damn given about your somber appearance.

There was a singular mission: Lay eyes on her. You loitered in the kitchen, aiming to appear inconspicuous as you scanned the group with impatient eyes. After minutes of not spotting her head floating in the sizable crowd, you poured a drink, stuffing the bottle under your hoodie once you were certain there were no witnesses. You shook your head at the sea of people, so much for “real lowkey,” you thought.

“Pretty sure um, your brother wouldn't be too happy if he knew you were stealing his booze.” Fuck… that voice, its tentative quiver, her endearing tone doing everything in its power to bring your skin to life.

You spun, meeting her meek gaze, the liquid sloshing in the red solo cup you strangled long forgotten as you chose to drink her in instead. Of course she looked good, because apparently being unkind to your body was now a thing she practiced. Fuck…“Luckily I don't give a damn about what makes him happy then huh?”

Scotty smiled, providing competition for the sun, and it was then that you felt it, the sharp shards of your broken organ piecing itself back together inside your sternum. Because as much as she hurt you, you loved her still, with all of the splinters composing your barely beating heart.

“You alright?”

You hummed, feigning a small smile of your own, “Yeah.”

She shook her head, unconvinced, and she stepped in closer, reaching out for you as you did for her that day in the bathroom. “Can we um, I want–”

Protectively, your body recoiled against your will, jarring Scotty and jarring yourself with the abrupt movement. This defense was your mind’s doing; your heart was barely whole again, and your brain chose to reject Scotty in hopes of keeping it so. “I–”

“Christ, leave Scotty alone. She's not interested in you like that, learn when to take a hint,” Your brother left no room for a response before he dragged Scotty off. “Sorry about her man, little sisters are the worst.”

Scotty huffed a dry laugh, peering back at you in the kitchen, pleading with her eyes, but it was a stare you shunned, once again feeling that rush of neglect, so you trudged up the stairs, and back to your room to wallow, and get drunk by yourself.

You were lowering the bottle from your lips when showers attacked your windows, and you spared a glance at the rain, chuckling to yourself with a sniffle. The skies were mocking your tears, mocking your sorrow as you sat alone on the floor. The blackness of the starless sky was barely visible, but the swift flare of lightning provided illumination, and you braced yourself then for the impending angry roar that often followed.

You shuddered at the sound of clapping thunder, shutting your eyes as you took another long sip from the bottle of Don Julio you had tucked between your splayed thighs.

“It's just a storm,” You recited the sentence, wanting to convince yourself it couldn't get any worse. “It's just a storm, just a storm.”

As the downpour picked up, your breathing followed suit, the tequila whirling in your veins worsening your anxiety. “It's just a storm. Not like the power–”

Before you could cough up the rest of your sentence, the lights went out, the music stopped, and you could hear the wind’s sinister snicker as you rocked from side to side. “Fucking perfect.” Now, you were awarded the pleasure of crying like a lovesick baby in total darkness.

You sighed, attempting to hone in on the mumbling voices of the assholes downstairs, and their laughs that were not deterred by the pelting showers and deafening thunder. You took another sip, gulping it down and basking in its burn. There was a rap at your door, soft, almost questioning and you turned your head. It wasn't your brother, you could still hear his obnoxious baritone wafting up through the vents from where you sat.

The sound came again, this time followed by that voice you were in love with, shy and sickeningly demure, “Um, it's, it's Scotty.”

You didn't move, unperturbed by your drunken mind’s fondness for games, but when she spoke again, your battered heart led you toward her reprise. “I'm just checking–”

You pulled the door open, and there she stood, purple flannel engulfing her slim arms, frown set, and bright eyes wishing. “I'm just checking on you. I know you don't like thunderstorms.”

Scotty chewed her lip as you blinked before her, averting your teary eyes with a hung head. She wasn't oblivious to your state, anyone with sense could detect you’d been crying, and Scotty knew you well enough to discern that it wasn't solely the quaking skies inciting your waterworks.

“You remember that?” A small, desperate whisper disguised as a question. It held no weight, no power, but you watched as your words made Scotty shake. You’d relayed your fear to her once, when you were seven and she was eight, yet it remained a planted memory for her.

She didn't offer you words, just a nod, and you let your lips curl, dipping your head to hide your blush.

“I don't l-like knowing you're sad,” You stepped aside, making space for her to enter your bedroom and she moved intuitively to the scented candles decorating your dresser, burning them to welcome light into your space. “And I'm sorry. For making you sad.”

You shut the door instinctively, trapping her, with plans of keeping her. “Won't everyone notice you're gone?”

“Told them I was gonna go check the fuse box.” She laughed to herself, placing the last candle down, turning to face you in the darkened room, and you narrowed your eyes curiously. “I don't expect you to forgive me. But–”

“You want a drink?” You already had, forgiven her that was, and there lived no shame in your choice.

Scotty nodded, watching you stoop to the floor and she sat seconds later, mirroring you as you shoved the bottle toward her.

Dim candlelight brought your room to life, their low beacon silhouetting Scotty’s tipsy face as you watched her watch you. You were sitting across from her, chin on your knee with a smile as she permitted her palm to wander your outstretched leg. Her fingers brushed your ankle, making you giggle as she continued the action.

You would be forever indebted to the tequila she downed, because without it, this boldness would not bustle within her.

“Why have you been avoiding me, Viv?” Your eyes turned desperate, their gleam burning her in the dark.

“Haven't been avoiding you.”

You shook your head, “Liar.”

Scotty let her eyelids stutter as she scanned you, reading your written pages, decoding your metaphors with ease and you stiffened beneath her analysis. Scotty was your favorite story; a tale inscribed on your mended heart, but it seemed that she too was a lover of literature, particularly when you were depicted as the protagonist. “You don't like it when you don't have my attention.”

You huffed at her revelation. Suddenly, the booze you downed was no longer happy residing inside the depths of your stomach — it wanted out.

“I-I don't like when you ignore me for five days.” You managed to counter, just as a furious clang dropped from the heavens, making you jump.

Scotty’s lips fell, but her kneading fingers remained on your jeweled ankle, smoothing up and down, her intent set on calming you. “I'm sorry. I–”

“It made me think you weren't into me in that way.”

She blew a laugh, blushing under flickering flames and she craned her head toward the wet window. You wanted to keep her there, flustered as you were. “I-I don't think there's any other way to be into you. You're all I think about.”

“Then why go ghost after what happened between us?” You sucked in your bottom lip as you awaited her response, though the answer was one you knew already.

She massaged your socked foot now, thumb rooting deep with that strength you fantasized about, and fuck if you didn't pass out then. “You know why.”

“He doesn't matter. This is about us.”

Scotty sighed, “It's no secret that I don't have many friends. Your brother is my closest and oldest, his friendship means a lot to me. Can't ruin that.”

You grinned at her with a hum, blinking back the sting in your eyes and the surge of hurt her statement triggered. It wasn't worth the risk to her; you weren't worth the risk, caring for you, indulging in you. Scotty's goal wasn't to hurt, but the way she blurred these lines so easily was daunting. “Being with me could really mess your life up, huh? Well, we can't have that.”

“T-That's n-not how I meant it.”

“How did you mean it?” You snapped back, harsher than intended, making her flinch.

Scotty settled, taking a sip from the bottle before returning all her attention to your foot. Both hands clasped it now, and the pressure they provided sent shock waves through your entire body. “I don't want to mess up my friendship with your brother. But I also know my feelings for you aren't g-going anywhere, and I can't see myself doing anything halfway. Not ever, not with you.”

You gasped when she pushed in hard on your arch, throwing your head back with a low moan. “And especially not when you make sounds like that.”

Alcohol made Scotty brave, you’d discerned, you liked brave.

“W-What are you s-saying Scotty?”

She sighed again, “I'm saying I’m conflicted. I'm saying I like you a lot. I'm saying you make me crazy, but I know your brother and I know he won't approve.”

“You're saying a lot of things.” You both laughed, and she nodded.

“Yeah.”

Heavy rain banged on the windows, pattering on the house like your pattering hearts and you scooted closer to her on the carpet, tugging your foot from her fingers as Scotty's eyes widened. “Can I say my things now?”

There was a gulp, and Scotty nodded. For a moment, all you heard was the drumming in her chest that mimicked the unsettling thunder outside, but this rumble was not one you feared, however. Instead, it existed as the only roar that could settle you.

“I like you too, Scotty,” God, how you loathed diminishing your feelings, but you hoped she sensed the weight in your confession. “I wanna be with you. Breathing hurts when you're not around. If I make you crazy, then god dammit, you make me batshit fucking insane. What I feel for you, Vivienne… these words of mine cannot do that justice.”

“There's no way you're like that because of me.”

You sat in front of her now, and her breathing grew rapid. “Let me show you,” You straddled Scotty's lap, and immediately, her hands found your hips as if they called out to her. “Let me show you what I feel for you, Scotty. I want you to feel it all.”

“I know what you're asking for. But we–”

You shut her up with a kiss, a famished one, and a moan crept out of you and down her throat. Scotty's eager lips danced with yours, and you tasted the tequila on her tongue, the agent of desire driving all of the night's confessions. Scotty pulled away with a growl, panting as she pressed her wet mouth to your throat, teeth sinking into your sweaty skin, and you saw stars. “Fuck, Scotty. Do that again.”

“We shouldn't be doing this. I don't wanna–”

We can't. We shouldn't. Words that held no meaning as you bounced without patience on her lap, the only thing on your mind being that line you were anxious to cross. “Scotty, to hell with the fucking friendship. You want me, fucking take me.” Your hoodie came off, and her eyes found your bare breasts with a sigh, erect nipples entrancing her.

“Why are you doing this to me? Fuck…”

You licked her neck, and her grunt was enough to make you come right there. “Please touch me. Anywhere. N-Need to f-feel you, please Scotty, just…”

“Baby I–” Her hot lips were on your neck again; biting and sucking, leaving you drenched, and you fought the urge to shove her hand down your biker shorts. Scotty called you baby. She whimpered it, and if you weren't so horny you’d be in tears.

“S-Scotty…” Maybe you would cry, your desire to have her ravish you pulling on those dams in your eyes.

She shook her head, firm in her protest and you climbed off her, sitting topless on the carpet as you finally let those tears roll free. “You don't w-want me.”

Silence.

“It's alright. I’ll leave.” You stood, feet on a mission to lead you straight out the door.

But then Scotty stopped you, locking your wrist in her warm palm and you halted in her touch, “T-This is your room. And you don't have a shirt on.”

A wet laugh escaped you. You’d forgotten about your hoodie, you didn't even know where it landed when you tossed it, and your readiness to book it spoke to Scotty's skewing of your mind.

She spun you, cupping your wet face in the darkness and her forehead met yours. “Please don't ever think that I don't want you. I want you so bad it brings me to tears.”

“Show me.” She nodded, lips finding your wet ones again and you felt like you were ascending. The way her mouth moved against yours woke the family of butterflies living in your core, and their fluttering pushed for a continuance.

Scotty's eyes landed on your boobs when she pulled away, and her huff of air came instantly as she nuzzled her face into your chest with a grunt. “Fuck, oh my god. They're right in my face, they're right there. Please, god please can I–”

“Scotty, you can touch me wherever you want.”

There’d still been some hesitation on her end, but sure enough, Scotty lowered her mouth to your naked chest, peppering open-mouth kisses along your blazing skin. Your moans were already on their way out of your mouth, and by the time those caring lips swirled your right nipple, your sobs were carrying.

She suckled your breast hungrily, shoving your back up against the frosty bedroom door with a desperate hum. “God, you're so pretty. So soft, I-I can't–”

Your hard nipple was locked between her teeth, and you whined, running your fingers through her hair as the tingle the action created shot straight to your damp folds. “S-Scotty, baby... N-Need more. M-More.”

“Tell me. I’ll do anything,” She rolled your puffy bud in her anxious tongue, slobbering all over your boobs with her endless sucking, and you writhed, the sensation fogging your brain. “Fuck, baby I’ll do anything you want.”

She found the second one, nipping softly, and the feeling almost sent you to the ground. “Bed, p-please.”

Scotty held your waist, guiding you swiftly to your bed with her lips still latched to your nipples, and you were a moaning mess the entire while, whimpering her name with each step.

She stumbled, ushering you to your mattress and she sat you at the edge. “Baby I want– I-I…”

You clasped her cheeks, gazing into those starry eyes and you smiled. Electricity seemed so insignificant when Scotty's bright irises emitted such power. “Talk to me, Scotty. I know it's a lot, use your words, yeah?”

She nodded, “I just, I’ve never done it before, but fuck, I need to taste you so bad it's killing me.”

“Yes! Yes, anything you need, please!” Your response was rushed, bellowing out of you like a dangerous wind of want.

Her hands were on the waistband of your shorts then, grabbing greedily at the hem in the darkness. Everything about the way she moved showed desperation, and it was the hottest thing you'd been subjected to witnessing. It took Scotty longer than necessary to get your bottoms off, and once they hit your ankles, she whimpered. “N-No panties? God, what are you doing to me?”

She nestled her face into your thigh, taking a moment to admire your shiny dripping folds in the darkness. “You're so wet already.”

“Only for you. Please…” You sprawled wider, showing off your leaking pussy to the salivating girl before you, and she allowed herself to blink for the first time in minutes. It was a brief one; Scotty refused to take her eyes off the cunt she made wet.

“Can I? Please tell me I can put my mouth on you. Need t-to hear you say it.” Hot lips sucking on your inner thighs made you shudder as you searched your brain for those words she sought off your lips. It was hard, talking this much when all you wanted was to feel her tongue steeping in your slick.

Her lips were on your waist, kissing you delicately, sucking your supple skin in attempts to coax consent out your throat, “Baby… say it. Say it, please.”

She begged so sweetly, never had you heard such a simple request coated in that much vulnerability. Your fingers found her hair, and you nodded, dragging her head to your center. “Put your fucking mouth on me, Scotty.”

That initial stroke of her tongue packed a punch that knocked you straight into your purple sheets as you released a guttural cry, feeling her hungry fingers trail your convulsing stomach. “Oh my god!”

Her sucks were masterful, the sensation of Scotty trapping your clit between her tender lips snatching the air from your lungs. You wanted to moan, wanted to cry her name as her sucks built you up, but you couldn't. All sound was trapped in your throat as you let your tears slip silently with Scotty’s tongue inside your depths.

It was all a dream, an overwhelming dream, except it wasn't. This was real life, the lapping at your dripping core was happening in real-time. And she made sure you knew that; there had been no taunting, no edging, Scotty went right for it, slurping your honey-coated folds as though it were her only purpose. “S-Scotty…”

“Is it good? Am I doing good?”

“Fuck s-so damn good. Perfect.” You pushed your hot cunt harder into her face, and Scotty breathed you in deep, neglecting oxygen as she chose to bury herself in your spilling juices. “Just like that! Ooh just like that!”

“Like this?” The languid strokes against your excited bud sent you soaring, small whines tumbling from your lips as you nodded in approval, relaxing into the pressure.

Your tears rolled down your face as you reveled in the way your pussy accepted Scotty's starved mouth, your body finally receiving the attention you knew she deserved.

“You taste so good, can't believe you're this wet for me.”

“Oh, Scotty, baby, every drop is for you. Only you make me this wet! Only you!” You were gonna come soon, that dangerous tongue of hers luring your climax from her hiding place deep within you. She crept up slowly; shy and unsure, but the second eager fingers slipped into your pulsing hole, she exposed herself, and the spasming force of pleasure she harbored.

“Fuck! Oh! Oh! Scotty, I'm coming please, don't stop! Please please please, baby, don't stop!” You squirmed as your orgasm hit, flailing desperately as you screamed Scotty's name over, and over, and over. Her free hand found your wet nipple, squeezing, tugging as she continued to lick, and suck you through the pleasure rush, never once taking her eyes off your body's reaction to her touch. “God, baby, wait, wait, I-I can't!”

She shook her head as she allowed her tongue to replace her fingers inside you, “Not done.” Her mission being to drink in every drop, every trickle of your cum, the sap from the fruit she was forbidden to have. Scotty knew it would be too much for you, but stopping herself wasn't an option, so you would just have to take it.

Your pleading clit palpated against her taste buds, shivering the longer she licked, but you would rather be rendered unconscious before you denied Scotty access to your wetness.

“M’gonna make you come again.” Her tongue swirled your entrance, pushing in and out, in and out as she swallowed everything your pussy expelled, your fractured whines only egging her on.

You nodded, eyes spinning, as you began to let yourself plummet, tangling in your sheets from the overstimulation. “Make me come again b-baby! I only w-wanna come for you, Scotty!”

“Are you mine?” Scotty's hand left your nipple, fingertips grazing your quivering abdomen on their way down to spread your pussy lips as she devoured you.

Your hips jerked. She was so desperate, her words pulling on that second release, and you braced your shaking body for impact. “Yes, I'm all yours Scotty.” You’d always been hers.

One last thrust of her tongue broke that dam holding back your raining orgasm, and you squirted in her face, groaning long and loud as your toes curled and your heels dug into her shoulder blades.

“You sound so p-pretty. So gorgeous.”

Your chest heaved, and your vision was damn near nonexistent, small flames doing what they could to anchor you. But you saw her, you saw Scotty: her pretty smile as she emerged from your deepness, the way both loads of your cum decorated her lips, and the way she licked them clean before climbing up the bed to hover above you.

“Are you okay? You aren't talking to me.” You wanted to, but the mist in your mind eliminated every word you knew. Every word except those three. They existed on your tongue, brash in their fight to escape, but you refused to be bested, even in this fragile state. “Baby? Where are you, talk to me, please. Need to know you're alright.”

“Mmm.” It was small, barely audible, and it did not suffice for Scotty.

She cupped your face, loving as ever, and those deep, lust-filled eyes bore into your drooping ones, “Hey.”

“H-Hi.” You gave her a weak smile, still floating, barely conscious and she kissed you softly.

Scotty swooped your braids out of your face when she pulled back, marveling at your blown irises under the moonlight seeping through your cracked curtains. You’d forgotten about the rain, but the scattered showers hadn't forgotten you. They demanded you shut your eyes and drift, and they somehow managed to get Scotty onboard. “I think you're done for the night, yeah?”

This rattled your heart, the idea that she would stop touching you and you shot up breathlessly with a stern head shake. “No! No, I n-need to f-feel you, wanna m-make you come t-too.”

Her blush was instant, “I don't wanna make this about me, this is about you, I just want to take care of you.”

“It’s about us, Scotty,” You pulled her in for a deep kiss, tugging at her flannel. “T-Take this o-off.”

A smile covered her lips and she pushed off you to strip. You were propped up on your elbows as you watched her, a smirk hanging on your mouth as your butterflies attacked your insides. Scotty reached for her briefs, but you stopped her, “Wait! Let me just… take you in for a minute? Just wanna s-see you.”

You’d waited your entire life to have a naked Vivienne Scott all to yourself, and you'd be damned if you wasted even a second of this glorious moment.

Scotty chuckled nervously, standing before you in her sports bra and boxers, wrestling with the desire to hug her middle and you frowned. “Scotty, do you know how fucking gorgeous you are? God, it's overwhelming.”

“Thank y-you.” She slipped her underwear down and you moaned at the sight of her pretty pussy. Dripping and glimmering, just begging to be consumed, and you licked your lips at the thought of being buried between those thighs of hers as you took her to heaven with your tongue.

“Come here.” You beckoned her forth with a lone digit, and she pulled her bra off before allowing your call to draw her in. She climbed you, settling her waist between your open legs as she peered down at your mess, then back to your eyes. “See what you do to me, Viv? Only you can m-make me come that hard.”

Your confession made her blush, and she buried her head in the crook of your neck shyly, “You can't say that, god I don't know how to take stuff like that.”

The waves from her giggle as she pressed her lips to your neck tickled you, and it made you grin. “You're so cute, but it's true.”

“Can I kiss you?” The question was her way of shifting the subject, and you laughed at her bashfulness before agreeing, pulling her lips to yours eagerly. “You feel so good under me.”

“I wanna feel you against me, Scotty.”

•••

Your right leg hung over Scotty's left, hips rolling skillfully into hers as you allowed her soft clit to knock tenderly against your own. She brushed your stomach as you rode her pussy in the dark, eyes glued to the meshing happening at your equally slippery cores. “Oh, Scotty, feels so good, fuck! God!”

A blissed-out Scotty lived only in your dreams, sweating and panting from the pleasure you caused her, moaning your name as you humped her cunt with yours until she was spilling all over you. Never had you thought a reality such as this could exist, and the sensation of finally living it had you bawling above her as she groped your bouncing boobs. “So good baby, I can't–”

She too was crying below you, overwhelmed by the pleasure created when your clits kissed. “Come for me, Scotty. Oh my god, come all over me, wanna feel all of it.”

“You're so stunning, so beautiful. My beautiful girl.” You’d been keeping count of the many times she'd called you hers all night, and the sound of those words falling from her lips coupled with your tired bud pressing into hers numbed your mind.

You gripped the back of her thigh, feeling its warmth, its dampness as you slipped your pussy against her swelling folds, ears welcoming the slick sounds of your melding cores. Each squish, each splash, pulled on Scotty's release, and it delighted you, the idea that she was in this state because of you. Scotty was going to come because of you. “Your pussy is so pretty Scotty, the prettiest. Can't believe I'm about to make her come. Please come for me!”

“Yes baby, I'm close, you're gonna make me come!” Her protruding clit knocked into your erect one and you screeched, the pads of your fingers leaving impressions on her soft skin. You felt your cum trickle from inside you, seeping onto Scotty's sex, nice and warm as it lubricated your desperate jolts. Your pussy was made to mold with hers, your releases serving as the nectar of your love, fusing you to her, thick and sticky and everlasting.

As the storm outside your windows intensified, so did the passion blooming in your bedroom; the spluttering rain was no match for the wet sounds created by the loving collision of your dripping cunts.

She was breathless, eyes rolling as she gnawed on her dry lips and you smiled, noticing a bead of sweat running down her erratic chest.

You leaned forward, grinding never faltering, and you licked it, absorbing her perspiration with your thirsty tongue. Scotty’s body convulsed at the feeling of your tastebuds grazing her abs, and you trailed a long line of spit up her middle, to the space between her boobs before pulling the left one into your mouth. “Oh yes… so good, feels amazing, keep doing that.”

“Come on my pussy Scotty, don't hold anything back. You deserve it, baby, please.” You mumbled with her hard bud trapped between your teeth.

“I'm, I’m, fuck baby w-wait– I'm coming all over you! I-I…” And her hips rolled faster, her breathing grew harsher and Scotty arched off the bed, moaning a long gurgle of your name, and it was this that exorcized the spirit of your orgasm from your own trembling being, hips sticking and stuttering as you felt the warmth of Scotty's cum pouring out of her and onto you.

She jerked underneath you, involuntarily striking your exhausted clit and the pair of you hissed from the hurt. You wanted to stay that way, keep her there, gasping for air as her head swam in her rapid release, eyes dazed and dark with her breathing inevitably mirroring your quiet huffs. Your cunts and thighs were a mess, cum coating your bodies as it drizzled down your interlock limbs. After a while it became indiscernible, whose juices belonged to who, but you didn't care, because you liked it that way, you loved it that way.

Scotty was an extension of you, your pleasure an extension of her own.

“That was amazing, baby, I-I, Th-thank you. I…”

You kissed her forehead, pulling her in as she caught her breath, and you smiled into her damp eyes. “Scotty, I need you to f-fuck me.”

“I d-don't,” You felt her tense, and her panic set in. “I’ve n-never–”

You pecked her, nibbling her bottom lip before pulling away, “S’okay. I’ll show you how I like it, just please, I need it. I need you.”

“I’ll do whatever you want.”

•••

“It's okay baby.” You were holding Scotty's face as she hovered above you, your trembling thighs widening to grant her entrance. As dark as it was, your slickness beamed brightly in the lack of light, shining only for her.

You pulled her in, ignoring her spilling tears as you planted a kiss on those delicate lips of hers. “I trust you, and I know you won't hurt me.”

Scotty nodded, gripping the head of the strap in her shaking fist as she rubbed it up against your achy clit, pulling on a hiss that prickled your eyes. “Scotty, I–”

The sensation was a lot; too much, and the building friction of the sensual assault on your bud had you weeping once more. “I know baby, I know. I just… Please let me rub it here for a little while,” Scotty used her hips now, avoiding your awaiting hole as she pushed the slicked toy through your tired folds, your clit throbbing beneath each glide. “You're so wet, I just wanna hear it, okay? Just wanna rub it against you.”

You could come from this: the pain, the pleasure, every emotion Scotty unlocked inside of you. But you were fighting it, battling that creeping crack deep down, because you wanted your last orgasm to consume you with the love of your life submerged in your canal.

She kissed you, guzzling your warm tears sitting on your puffy lips, “Please tell me you're wet for me. Tell me I can put it in, please?”

“S-So wet for you Scotty, please put it in, I need you, baby, need you so bad it fucking hurts.”

She wasted no time sinking into your searing heat after that, making you sob upon delivery, and you pulled her closer. Your nipples grazed hers with each of her ruts as your sopping cunt sucked her in, and she moaned in unison with you at the sudden contact. Her open mouth was on your wet cheek, pecking you as she filled you, stuffing your hollowed bones with a syrupy salve contrived of pure ecstasy. Her long, laggard strokes did away with that gorgeous ache you'd grown to love.

You just felt her — Scotty’s essence existed everywhere.

She was deep, bottoming out with the sexiest grunt you'd ever heard. The feeling of being stretched out around her as she worked your hole warped your mind, and you lost your grip on reality the higher she took you, something she sensed as she studied your contorting features. “Baby, b-baby, stay with m-me, eyes on me, okay?”

“I know. I'm g-good, keep doing it like that. Fuck me d-deeper. Need to feel all of you.”

Scotty swatted your watering orbs, rocking into your g-spot with all the care in the world, eyes swallowed black like the night sky as she spread your worn-out cunt with precision. “You're so precious, I-I don't want to ruin you.”

“Ruin me Scotty. Fucking ruin me.” Wet eyes clouded your vision, blurring the distant flicker of your candle’s waning flames as the sound of Scotty fucking you filled the room. Though gentle, her drives held power, sending tsunami-level waves of exhilaration through your cells. You could feel your pussy blooming wider as she drilled you into your creaking bed, and you inhaled the prominent aroma of Mulberry and Vanilla dancing in your room, allowing it to lull you.

Staccato thrusts tore you apart with each loving jolt, electrifying you as you wailed in her arms. Scotty was breaking you just so she could mend you. “You're doing amazing, s-so perfect. Don't cry baby, I'm taking care of you. Does that feel good?”

"G-Good."

She nestled into your bruised neck, inhaling you deep with grunts that made you quake. “Thank you for letting me take care of you, s’all I’ve ever w-wanted, baby.”

“I-I…” Your throat burned from all the crying, and you gripped tightly to her rolling shoulders, pulling her impossibly closer to your barren skin. “I love you, Scotty.”

Three little words. You’d been battling them all night, warring with them all your life, and tonight they emerged victorious. Their might surpassed your own in this state, frail and fucked out, floating aimlessly on your many billows of bliss. So you spit them out, and without hesitation, Scotty drank them, allowing her slow thrusts to gain speed as though your declaration were fueling her.

“I love you too. I love y-you s’much. You mean everything to me, you're m-mine.”

“I’m y-yours, Scotty. Only yours.” She bit your neck, hard, pulling on your hot wells, and you watched them drizzle down her bare back, mirroring the raindrops racing one another down your fogged windows.

“Please come for me. Please, please, need you to come with me inside you baby, you're so beautiful when you come, sound s-so pretty.”

You nodded weakly, already feeling that tensing band deep within. It wrapped around itself, stiffening — toughening into a coil whose demise was inevitable with the way Scotty fucked into the creamy chasm of your cunt. And you felt your walls narrow, clenching the strap and holding it in place the second she pressed the tip into your overstimulated nerves. You came then, eyes rolling like the thunder stifling your scream as your red nails punctured Scotty's flesh.

Her hips stammered when she knocked them into yours, and she used your throat as a silencer, grunting lowly into your sticky skin, weeping as you were from her own approaching climax. “I'm, I'm, b-baby I’m coming. Please, let m-me, I wan-wanna, Can I…”

You huffed, exhaustion treading through your body as you pursed your lips to kiss her head, “Let it out, Scotty. Give it to me, yeah? I love you so much, you make me feel so fucking good baby.”

Your name leapt from her stomach with one last push, and she whimpered softly into your ear, panting like a dog. “I love y-you.”

You were barely awake when Scotty eased her way out of your used walls, and you squirmed, feeling your hole clench around the absence of her stretch. You cried still, body vanquished by the thrill of the entire ordeal. Her lips pillowed your wet face tenderly before she rolled beside you, the pair of you exhaling on the same breath as the rain comforted your weariness.

Scotty said nothing, and her prolonged silence forced your mind to wander. Had she regretted the sex? Had she regretted you? Did she truly love you as you loved her? You wept heavier now, sniffling in the darkness, “I-I guess… I guess y-you should get going now. Don't w-wanna get cau–”

“Did y-you mean it?”

Your turn in the sheets was immediate, words steeped in admiration as you spoke, “I meant all of it, Viv.”

“Me too.”

You exhaled, mustering the courage to request to hear it again. “Can… I wanna hear you say it again. Please? Tell me again.”

Scotty did away with that practiced stutter, welcoming confidence into her confession. “I love you.”

“And I love you. Deeply, entirely, and unequivocally, Vivienne Scott.”

She sighed, and you detected her wavering assurance in the brush of her fingers when she stroked your side, “I-I w-want to be yours.”

You kissed her, sipping the fervor raining from her swollen lips as you permitted her respire to enter your being, melting the ache you once thought to be eternal. “You're mine.”

•••

Getting Scotty up and dressed proved to be exceedingly difficult. Rain still poured, the lights were still out and you were certain her absence would be questioned eventually. So she needed to be gone. “Baby, please, I don't wanna leave you. Just one more kiss? Last one please, please!”

Fuck… She deserved it. You wanted her to have it, but there was no time. You knew your brother well, and you had no plans of dealing with his scolding tonight if caught, not after the experience you and his best friend just shared. You wanted to allow yourself time to float on your high. But Scotty wanted one more kiss, and her lips were morphine. “Okay. One, Scotts, just one.”

“One.”

You pecked her, guiding her to the door and she whined into your throat, forcing you to swallow the heat it pushed out, and the gust shocked every last one of your nerves. You reached for the knob, lips still locked, and you pulled the door open. “You have to go.”

She giggled, stealing another peck before stepping into the hallway, flannel bunched in her fists, belt still unbuckled.

“Bye.” She said it, but her feet had yet to move, and all you could do was smile.

“I love you so much.” You pulled her in again, kissing her deeper, fuller, and it was you who moaned aloud this time as you fumbled with her belt buckle, wanting to clasp it for her, but fighting the urge of falling to your knees.

Her lips hovered over yours, sweeping, ghosting, and heating your feverish skin, “I lov–”

“Scotts, you still up here? I don't think you're gonna get that fuse fixed mate, the whole–” Your brother looked up from his phone, shining his flashlight down the dark hallway, and directly into your faces. “Yo, man what the fuck?!”

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