Home Sweet Home
Summary: Once is not always enough. Words: 1250 Warnings: 18+ only. NSFW. Dead Dove, Do Not Eat!! Vaginal penetration, cum play, breeding kink, Scott has no refractory period, he's still a teasing asshole, spitting, begging. Credits: I have to credit @hederasgarden and @ryebecca for pushing me forward with this. And a very special thanks to @theharddeck and @wildbornsiren who've looked over parts 1 and 2 for me! A/N: I did not expect the response that I got from part 1 and I'm so excited to drop part 2!!
Part 2 of 3 | Part 1 found here.
After Scott’s eventful welcoming, he carried you upstairs, refusing to allow any of his cum to leak out, using his fingers to shove it back in after he set you on the bed.
“Legs up, sweetheart,” he instructed with a smirk. “Can’t have it leak out if I’m gonna get you pregnant.”
“If we’re going out, I have to get dressed, Scott,” you whined.
“I’m going to pick out your clothes and I’m going to get you dressed and you, baby, will sit there and let gravity do the work.”
“Scott -”
“What part of that did you not understand?” His tone left little in the way of doubt that he would take things as far as he needed to get his way.
You sighed and settled back on the mattress, allowing him to fold your legs to your chest. He pressed a delicate kiss to each of your ankles before turning away, stripping off his polo shirt as he stepped into the closet. A moment later, he stepped out holding a black dress on a hanger, a fresh white button down tossed over his shoulder.
“A black dress?”
“Is there a problem with it?”
“Well, no, but -”
“That’s what I thought,” he said with a raise of his eyebrows. His tone left no room for argument.
You knew it was pointless to argue with him anyway. He would get his way one way or another and being a brat about it wouldn’t make your dinner any easier.
He laid the dress down on the bed beside you and slipped into his shirt, taking care to button every button while his eyes roamed your body with a smirk. Heat built in your core again as he unbuckled his belt to tuck in his shirt without breaking eye contact.
“Scoooooott,” you whined as you squirmed under his scrutiny.
“Yes, baby?”
“Do we have to go out? We could just stay here and not have to get dressed.”
“What about dinner? It was ruined, remember?”
“We can order take out.”
“Take out doesn’t deliver this far out.”
“Scott, it’s been so long since I’ve seen you though.”
“All the more reason for me to take you on a proper date,” he insisted as he finished buckling his belt.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips, then another, before he stood again, his hands reaching for the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. He trailed his fingers down the collar to the first button, popping it open with two fingers before inching his way down to the next.
Your heart pounded beneath your ribcage and your breathing came faster and faster as his rough fingertips dragged down the valley between your breasts. By the time he reached your navel, your pussy throbbed with need.
“Scott, please. I need you.”
He smirked as his fingers popped the last button. “You need me to do what?” he asked as he flipped the left side of the shirt open, then the right. You shuddered as the cold air pebbled your nipples. His hungry gazed set your skin on fire, his tongue darting out to lick his lips while his large hand caressed your thigh. “A gasp is not an answer, sweetheart. Words or you get nothing.”
“Scott, please,” you panted, “you know what I need.”
“Right. You need me to get you dressed so we can go eat. I’m sorry, let’s get that going.” He reached over for the dress and you whined.
“That’s not what I mean!”
“No? Then what did you mean?” Scott’s eyebrow cocked and his smirk grew as he looked down at you, folded in half on the bed, his shirt pooled around your frame.
“I need more.”
“More?”
“Scott, you’re doing this on purpose!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You went to MIT. You’re an engineer. You know what I’m talking about.”
“Maybe. But I love to hear you beg.”
“Beg?”
“Yeah, baby. Beg. Beg for my cock.”
“Scott, please. Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. So empty without you inside me.”
“That’s it? Just my cock? That’s all you need?”
“Please!” you cried out. His fingers trailed up and down the crease of your thighs, his thumb brushing against your bare folds gently, sending your neediness off the charts.
“Alright, alright,” he sighed as he dropped the zipper on his pants again, his cock half hard after your earlier tryst. His fist wrapped around his length and he stroked it slowly, his free hand pushing your knee down as his hips wedged your thighs open. “Look at my cock, baby. See how hard I am already? I just fucked you and I want to go again.”
“I want you to fuck me, Scott, please!” Tears formed at the corners of your eyes as you pleaded with your husband. Your core ached and throbbed, desperate for some kind of attention from someone, something, anything.
“Oh, baby, there’s no need to cry. I’ll give you my cock. I just have to make sure you’re wet enough.” Before you could process his words, his lips parted and he spat, the warm liquid hitting your cunt.
You moaned quietly, a delighted grin appearing on his face as he dropped his cock and stepped forward, the leaking tip pressing against your hole. In one thrust, he buried himself to the hilt.
Your back arched as he set a harsh pace. Scott’s hands gripped your hips and pulled you down the bed, meeting his own as your body slid up and down the bed with the force. Your walls spasmed and fluttered around him as your climax hit out of nowhere.
“Is that enough, baby?” he asked between grunts.
“More, Scott, please.”
“Want me to fill you up again?”
“Want your cum. Please.”
“I want to be leaking out of you for days, baby. I want you to feel me every time you sit down.” His pace quickened and your back arched as you hurtled towards a second release.
“Close, Scott. So close.”
“Then let go. I didn’t say to hold back. Not this time. I want you to come on my cock over and over and over.”
Your walls tightened around him, squeezing his throbbing cock as he spilled deep inside of you with a shout. He folded himself forward and rested his arms on either side of your head, stroking your hair gently as he pressed his lips to yours.
“Satiated?” he questioned between kisses.
“Mhmm.”
He nodded in acknowledgement before pushing himself to a standing position. Pulling out with a hiss, he tucked himself back into his pants, straightening his shirt before helping you out of his.
Your limp limbs allowed him to slide your arms into the thin straps with ease before sweeping you to a sitting position and allowing the full skirt to fall around your hips. He set your feet on the floor and took a step back, nodding in approval at the outfit. A quick tousle to your hair and he was helping you to your feet, giving you a pillar to steady yourself on.
“Can you walk?”
“I…I think so,” you told him.
“How about I just carry you?”
“You don’t have to.”
“Maybe. But I know you need food and walking down the stairs in those shoes after everything is dangerous.”
“You’re good to me, Scott.”
“Don’t let that get out,” he joked as he swept you into his arms. “Although, no one would believe you anyway.”