mdni or i’ll sue. i needed to get the scott rot out of my system so here’s this i guess.
themes: established situationship, enemies/lovers, subby scott (man needs to be taught a lesson)
warnings: ¡SMUT!,scott being a meanie, angst, arguing, swearing, drinking, smoking, slight injury, danger that comes with tornadoes, mentions of anxiety/spiralling, dom/sub, afab reader, jealousy. just filth really (i think that’s it but idk, sorry.)
here you were again. another day, another tornado, another town to salvage. sometimes even you wondered how you kept doing your job.
aid work was not for the meek. it took a strength that very few understood. silent, slow, studied. kindness should be a default, but your own humanity made that difficult sometimes.
one of the small mercies was that you were on home territory. you knew the land, you knew the people - and not just the locals. as per usual the tornado season had attracted the usual voyeurs. wranglers and scientists alike.
part of you felt sick at what they did, profiting in one way or another off of people’s suffering. the usual faces were there; tyler owens and his crew, the storm par team, and any other amateur within a hundred mile radius of the next predicted tornado wave.
pulling into the motel parking lot you braced yourself for the greetings and welcomes. it wasn’t that you didn’t appreciate them, it just felt hollow giving the reason you were there and reason they were there. granted, tyler’s crew always did their best to help out. storm par on the other hand.
you could see them, and their ridiculous crisp cut uniforms from across the lot. you could see Him towering above the rest of his team, giving orders and discussing plans for the next big one coming in. so absorbed in His work. part of you respected His dedication and ambition, the other part despised its foundation in sheer greed.
before you could think any more about it dani swept you up in a hug.
“long time no see, where’ve you been sweetheart?” she asked earnestly.
“helping out with a lot wildfires out west, but I’ve been reassigned because of my experience with this sort of disaster” you said exasperated.
“well i know if feel much better knowing you're around, come see the guys” dani requested.
you gave your colleagues a quick wave goodbye as they went to check in and you caught up with the tornado wranglers.
as you embraced tyler you could feel something burning into the back of your head.
“looks like storm par is happy to see you” tyler commented in your ear, his face nestling into your hair.
you turned to see scott glaring at the lot of you.
“it’s just their conscience getting the better of them. whenever we’re here people start to realise what this is actually all about.”
“you give them too much credit. i think clipboard over there has got a little more on his mind than moral meteorological dilemmas.” tyler teased.
“oh please” you feigned innocence.
“well, might as well give him something to look at.”
before you could comprehend what was going on Tyler had you in his arms, dipped you and nuzzled his face into your neck. you couldn’t help but giggle, only aided by boone rounding on you both, hollering “hey! get your hands off my girl!”
javi approached scott slowly, following his stare to your direction.
“you know man, you might want to take it a little easy unless you want break those shiny molars of yours. I reckon even your insurance couldn’t cover that sort of damage.” javi muttered.
“the fuck are you talking about?” scott replied flatly.
“you clench that jaw any tighter and you’ll be an orthodontist’s nightmare. why don’t you just talk to her?”
“what?” scott did not feel like entertaining this conversation.
“that aid worker you’ve got a sweet spot for, don’t think I haven’t noticed. every year you wear the same pained expression whenever she’s around, ESPECIALLY when she’s around owens. just ask her out man, seriously, you’d be doing us all a favour.” javi patted scott on the back returning to the team.
oh if only he knew. he admired you with a slight bitter taste in his mouth as your smile was brought on by something tyler had said.
the first time he had stumbled into your bed was after a heated argument. whilst waiting for the big one to roll in you and your colleagues had gone into town for a drink - it just so happened storm par were also there.
he’d started it really. saying something confrontational to you at the bar whilst you were getting your round in. you can’t even remember what it was he’d said, all you knew is that it led to a 35 minute shouting match between the two of you until eventually you threw your beer in his face (the bartender, sympathetic to your cause, swiftly poured you another). you turned on your heel quickly, returning to your table before he could get another stupid word in.
it wasn’t until 2am that night that you saw him again. you weren’t sleeping, kept up by all the thoughts of what you could have said to him, and there he was on your doorstep, ready for round two. you could still taste the beer on him.
that was three years ago now.
the secret made you ache in the best and worst ways possible. you hated yourself for wanting him. you hated everything he represented. you hated that every year you’d hope to see him again during tornado season. it disgusted you that you could indulge in such hedonism amidst such wreckage and heartache. but you couldn’t let yourself spiral into those thoughts or else you’d walk straight into one of those twisters.
and that’s how you ended up here. around a table with your fellow aid workers and tyler’s crew. a third, fresh, round of beers had been brought to table and you’d reached the point where the buzz of the drink was wearing off and your thoughts were wondering. this was not helped by the entrance of the storm par team. out of their uniform they still stood out, all in jeans and either polos or t-shirts of varying dark hues. you tried not to focus on how Scott’s t-shirt fit him just perfectly, or how the girls behind the bar were already eyeing him eagerly, hoping for the chance to flirt with him.
“dance with me?” dani offered.
“you don’t dance.” you replied.
“I do when you look so forlorn like that. will do anything to get your mind off whatever it is that’s eating you up.”
“you sure it’s a good idea?” you looked around the bar, not sure how the bar’s patrons might respond to the two of you dancing together.
“fuck ‘em” dani smirked and pulled you out of your seat to dance to shania’s ‘any man of mine’.
dani sure did know how to make you smile. her strong arms threw you round the floor to the fast tempo of the song and you totally forgot why she’d invited you up there in the first place.
the song finished and you were exhausted, partly from the dancing and partly from laughing so much.
“I’m gonna go get some fresh air” you told her
“Sure thing cowgirl” she winked at you.
the cool air you were hoping for didn’t greet you. just more humidity. you leant against the timber panelled wall of the bar and turned your head to the stars, searching for something. an answer? redemption? a reason to keep doing this?
well, whoever was in charge up there was playing some kind of sick joke on you, as the next person to leave the bar was Him.
he turned to see you there.
silently you accepted, watching him as he slowly pulled the packet of Marlboros out of his back pocket, placing one in your mouth, eyes focused on your lips. he sheltered the cigarette with one hand as he lit it with the other.
you took a deep breath in, letting the smoke prickle your throat. closing your eyes and blissfully enjoying the small liberties life afforded. he watched you like a hawk, from the minute the cigarette made its home in your mouth to the exhale of smoke from your nostrils.
“why do you keep coming back?” he asked.
“this is my turf, got to do everything i can to help out.”
you took another drag, “I know, I just didn’t feel like answering that question.”
he let out a breathy half laugh, still stood by you as he had been since he walked out that door, not relaxed once.
“don’t you ever get tired?” he continued.
“are we talking about aid work or” you gestured between the two of you, cigarette between your fingers.
he properly laughed at that. you gave him a confused glare.
“oh please,” he started “don’t try and pull the wool over my eyes. like there’s an us. i know i ain’t the only one you’ve got wrapped around your finger.” he took the cigarette from you and took a drag.
“you see,” he kept on “the difference between you and me is that you’ve got all these people around you, who would do anything for you, keep you company in long nights if you got lonely. I’m just another chess piece in your little game. don't you get enough of it? the love? the admiration?”
“Scott shut the fuck up.” You interrupted with a dangerous gravity to your voice.
“No! They already all see you as a saint, helping everyone out! And you’ve got Owens and his crew hanging onto everything you say and do as if you could walk on water!”
“Why do you care!” You shouted at him, failing to swallow your emotions.
“Because i don’t understand why! Why after all the fulfilment you get from your job for being such a fucking angel, having every tornado wrangler south of Dakota falling at your feet, why you still…” he stopped himself
“What?” your eyes plead with him.
“Why you still come back to me!”
You were taken aback. Scott was not emotional man even at the best of times. So what was going on right now was totally unexpected. He took another long drag before chucking the cigarette butt on the pavement and stamping it out.
“You know what forget it, it doesn’t matter.” And he returned swiftly into the hustle and bustle of the bar, leaving you dumbstruck.
Well if he was going to behave like a child then fuck it, you’re not gonna let him send you into a spiral with his unsolicited outburst.
striding back inside you approached the bar, ignoring Scott ordering a round for his table as the bar maids tittered sweetly at him and his big blue eyes - and there he was not two minutes ago acting as if you were using him, like he couldn’t get any if he wanted to. god they were practically throwing themselves at him.
You cleared your throat, “Excuse me could I get some tequila shots.” You announced.
One of the barmaids came to fulfil your request, Scott just turned to stare at you “You sure that’s a good idea sweetheart?” he poked.
“Do one Clipboard.” You said nothing more, swiftly leaving once the shots for your table had been poured, salt and lime supplied.
the next morning you couldn’t remember how you’d made it back, waking to find yourself fully dressed with lily and Boone in your bed and three of your co-workers on the floor in make-shift pillow strewn beds.
“Out. Everyone out.” You slurred.
Slowly they rose and made their way to their respective rooms. God this was bad. You hadn’t let yourself get this bad,
in a while, but there was something about everything Scott had said last night that just pushed you over the edge. Allowing your recklessness to get the better of you, god you hated it - this unspoken power he had to bring out the worst in you.
But before you could dwell on it too long your body told you that a quick trip to the bathroom was very necessary.
Safe to say, you spent the rest of the day in your room feeling very sorry for yourself. It was around 8pm, the weather had been peaceful, you were lying on your bed watching a re-run of The X Files when someone knocked at your door.
Slowly creaking it open you saw Him on the other side.
God, him and his perfect grammar - can’t even tease him about that. You simply move aside, letting him enter, no energy to argue.
“I wanted to apologise,” he began
“What for your assumption that I’m shacking up with every tornado wrangler south of Dakota!?” You echoed his words. Out of everything from last night they had stuck with you.
“Yes, and just my outburst in general. It wasn’t fair to spring that upon you.” He admitted sheepishly
You took a dramatic gasp “is the great scott miller truly feeling regret for his actions? well, I never thought I’d see the day!” Your tone however was anything but friendly.
“Look I’m sorry okay. What more do you want!” He was quickly getting agitated.
“I want you to admit that you’re upset because you’re jealous…because you want me. It takes two to tango Scott and it’s not fair for you to play the victim when you’ve hardly been the most affectionate lover either! Christ, this fucking narrative that it was me who started all this just to get a piece of you is fucking ridiculous! When have you ever given me a kind word outside of the walls of a motel bedroom? It’s not my fault you’re fucking lonely except from when you’re with me, perhaps if you weren’t such a sour cunt you’d have a couple more friends like me!”
That familiar ache was starting to rear its ugly head. God you wish it didn’t have to be this way, to tire yourselves out with arguing before you even got to the real matter at hand. But the look in Scott’s eyes made you realise that ache wasn’t likely to be satisfied. He’d heard the truth and it hurt him.
Well you weren’t going to cower and apologise. It needed to be said.
“Fine, guess I’ll bid you goodnight then.” He said flatly.
“Fine” you crossed your arms over your chest and watched him leave.
Perhaps you’d been harsh. Perhaps you’d been cruel, but you were only giving him a taste of his own medicine.
You only really started to regret your words the following morning. There was a disconcerting energy in the air, the sense of something big coming, and whenever you saw Tyler looking as excited as he did you knew that only meant bad news for you and your team. It was bound to be a long day.
Luckily, the ensuing tornadoes caused no damage to the surrounding towns. But you were still there to help them prepare for the inevitable. To offer kind words wherever you could. Helping them cleared your mind - in a way it felt selfish, using their troubles as a way to escape your own. Guilt began to naw at you.
All that guilt and mental anguish were wiped away when you returned to the motel. You saw the chasers making their way back. One of Storm Par’s trucks looked particularly worse for wear. And part of your heart broke when you saw Scott stumble out, a cut above his brow and trails of dried blood from where it had dripped down his face. You saw as he refused any help from his team and went straight to his room.
You gave him an hour. That’s all you could bear before finding yourself outside his room knocking on the door. It took a couple of minutes before he opened it.
“The fuck do you want?” He grumbled.
“Charming as ever Miller.” You pushed passed him into the room. “Sit down”
“I beg your pardon” god his well-learnt niceties were frustrating.
“Sit on the fucking bed Scott and let me take a look at your face.”
Since you last saw him he’d cleaned off some the dried blood but hadn’t done an incredible job of it. You took the glass of water and tissues from his bedside and began to clean it properly.
He winced slightly at the contact.
“You’re not being serious” you teased lightly.
“It hurts” he replied plainly.
“Yeah well just consider yourself lucky that it wasn’t some corrugated sheet that took your enter fucking head off.”
“Well I’d probably deserve it”
You stopped you ministrations to his cut “don’t say things like that, I don’t like it.”
“Oh so you can call me a sour lonely cunt and it’s okay but I can’t even joke about my own demise.”
“You’re not even making sense, are you sure you’re not concussed?”
“I don’t know, no one’s checked me out.”
You rolled your eyes, of course he wouldn’t let anyone check on him. You also withheld the comment in your head about no one ‘checking him out’ being ridiculous.
You continued to mop his brow in silence. The was an energy radiating from him like he just wanted to reach out and grab you as you stood between his legs. But he didn’t.
You stopped your efforts “Stay here a sec, I just need to get some steri strips from my room.”
“Oh come on, it’s not that bad!”
You sent him a glare that was enough to shut him up.
Returning from your room, steri strips in hand, you completed patching him up.
“How’d it happen?” your quiet voice shook a little.
“Was out chasing and it got on our tail a lot faster than expected, tipped the car on its side. We’re lucky it’s still intact to be honest.”
“It’s lucky you’re still intact. Why’d you let it get so close? That was reckless!”
“You’re one to talk” he huffed
“What’s that supposed to mean.” You went to step back but finally he reached out to grab you, hold you in place.
“The other night, last time I saw you that fucked up was a couple years back in Kansas.” He smiled at the memory
“Oh my god, don’t remind me!” You buried you head in your hands for shame.
Some smart ass had proposed a competition to see if men could hold their drink better than women, and you were not going to let the fairer sex down. To be fair you won but Scott did have to carry you back to your room, much to your own protestations.
“I can still hear you now ‘Scott, put me down! I’m a strong independent woman, you wouldn’t do this to Eleanor Roosevelt!’” He laughed, forehead falling against your chest
“Yes you did! You’d just finished reading that book by her and we’re finding any excuse to bring her up in conversation! You always get like that when you find a new interest, you can’t contain it and just have to let everyone know about it. It’s adorable.” He smirked up at you.
You gave him a light slap on the cheek, you struggled not to notice the old ache developing. “hey, don’t demean my interests by calling them adorable, they are valid academic ventures.”
“Sure thing princess, let me know when you get the PhD.”
“The farcical accolades attributed to oneself by a system engineered by the patriarchy are of no interest to me!”
“Ooh ‘farcical accolades’ - those are big words! I’m impressed.” He teased.
You swatted his shoulder harshly making you best irritated face at him, he responded by tickling your sides.
“Scott stop…seriously” you struggled to get out between giggles.
But it was too late, you were gone and he’d pulled you down onto the bed, crawling on top of you continuing his onslaught.
His face tucked into the crook of your neck
You weren’t even laughing anymore just gasping for air.
“God I love making you breathless.” He whispered lowly in your eye, slowing down the movement of his hands.
“Scott.” You moaned airily.
That only encouraged him.
First you felt his warm tongue on the side of your throat, plush lips pressing against the delicate skin where you neck met your shoulder.
Your arms crept over to his back, one hand finding its way into his dark curls at the nape of his neck.
His fingers gently slithered under your shirt, pushing it up to take it off, to which you obliged. His icy eyes had turned a warmer shade of blue. You struggled to hold his stare for long and proceeded to remove his top as he knelt above you. You placed your hands against his torso. So warm, so soft, so familiar. You felt his skin form goose bumps beneath your touch, his heartbeat racing, his breath slow and measured. You wondered where on earth he found the time to work out amongst his busy schedule
He took your chin in his hand, brushing the pad of his thumb against your lips causing you to let out a soft hum, eyes fluttering shut.
“There’s my girl” he said gently, nose brushing against your.
But it triggered something in you, the anger at him from the past couple of days and how he had behaved. You were your own girl, you belonged to no one.
“Uh uh, I don’t think so.” You pressed your index finger against his lips before he got to kiss you.
He scrunched his eyes in confusion.
“You’re not getting away with it that easily Clipboard.”
“What?” The sudden change in energy left him bewildered but somewhat excited.
You pushed him back from you “you don’t get to spend the past two days being a whiny little bitch and then think I’m just gonna give it to you.”
You could see the cogs turning in his head, yours were too - you know he loved it when you got bossy with him, heck that’s how you two got together in the first place. Did you really want him to have that? Or would it be worth it for you to see him struggle? You decided the latter, life was too short.
“Sit in the chair.” You pointed to the mangy lounge chair tucked under the desk of the motel room
“I’m not going to repeat myself.”
He swiftly obeyed. God, it was deliciously pathetic. You followed and stood above him as he sat in the chair, going to unbuckle his belt. He eyed you suspiciously, wondering were this was going when you pulled the belt from his trousers.
“Hands behind your back.”
“Baby come on.” He threw his head back, not sure what to do with himself.
“Don’t make me say it again.”
He did as you ordered and you used the belt to wrap them together and keep them safely in place.
You looked down at him sitting there in just his trousers, evident that he was enjoying himself from the strained bulge - and you liked what you saw.
“for someone who’s made career out of being kind, you can really be a cruel bitch sometimes” he mused.
“god, do you ever shut up!” You rolled your eyes. There was only one solution to this problem - at least that’s the way saw it.
You kicked off your trainers and socks, shimmied off your denim shorts with little performance and then hooked your fingers around each side of your underwear, once again pulling them off with little ceremony. you immediately felt the wetness between your legs.
slowly you approached him as he stared at you like you were judge, jury and executioner and you’d just found him guilty on all counts.
“what did I do to deser…hhmmpphh.” you’d shoved your underwear into his mouth before he had the chance to finish his sentence.
you returned to the bed, perhaps swaying your hips on the way a little more than you usually would.
“Now Scotty, I’m gonna sit here and have a nice time and you’re going to stay put.”
He nodded his head dumbly, speechless.
You felt everything in that moment. The power, the pleasure. It was hot and giddy and euphoric.
you trailed your hand slowly up your right thigh the across and down your left. over your hips travelling up your torso, round you neck letting your own hand grip at you throat. then pushing your thumb against your lips like he did five minutes ago. eventually slipping two fingers in your mouth, sucking them and then pulling them out with a pop.
you had become so lost in what you were doing you’d almost forgotten he was there until you heard a muffled groan. he looked desperate, crazed and you hadn’t even started yet. clearly taking it this slow was torturing him as he leant forward in his seat, willing you to hurry up.
but you were going to make the most of this. your hand ghosted slowly back down your chest to you hips making little paths over your cunt, along your inner thighs again trailing back around in endless circles, anywhere but where it needed to be.
Scott let out a small ‘please’, at least you think that’s what he said. your underwear in his mouth obviously making it difficult to hear. but it looked as if he’d been chewing at them, his own spit soaking them as he salivated watching you.
you gave in, tired of the teasing. you let your fingers slip through the slick lips of your vulva. a warm tingle rushed to each little bit you touched. the heavy feeling in your stomach growing stronger, tensing, tightening.
you ran your fingers back and forth through your folds, and back and forth, and back and forth - just warming up you told yourself till your reached your clit, definitely trying not to string this out as long as possible whilst enjoying Scott’s hopeless facial expressions.
once you fingers danced over your nub however you knew this wasn’t going to last long. going round it slowly with your finger, applying just the slightest pressure, you felt your breathing begin to falter. keeping up the calm and collected act was going to be a lot more difficult than you anticipated. you increased your speed, letting little whimpers slip from your mouth, earning moans from Scott who was about to fall off his seat.
you were starting to feel the longing inside of you and quickly took two fingers to push into yourself. massaging your insides as far as you could reach. Scott toppled off the chair and landed on his knees. he tried to move forward to get a closer look but your lifted you leg, placing the ball of your foot on his forehead to keep him out of touching distance.
“nuh-uh scotty,” you breathed, “don’t come any closer or I’ll stop” although you weren’t sure how you would but he got the message and stayed knelt a metre or so away from you watching your legs spread wide open, hand playing at that wonderful place in the centre. Scott thought he might pass out.
your hand began to cramp from the excursion your fingers had took and returned to rub at your clit. you weren’t holding back now. you could feel it coming, steadily building. it was electrifying. that steady pulse travelling through your body, eager to go faster.
you weren’t sure when you’d started to moan Scott’s name but it was on your lips when you met you high and your eyes were on his. exhilarating and blinding, trying to ride it out quietly hoping no one heard you. you collapsed backwards and Scott still didn’t move an inch.
finding some strength from somewhere you stood and went it him. you grabbed his chin and tilted his face up to meet yours. you took your now drenched underwear from his mouth and discarded them to the side, replacing them with your fingers which were covered with your wetness. he greedily licked and sucked them until they were clean.
