in which scott miller finds out his best friend's fiancée is his favorite pornstar!
a/n : drabble cause i'm too lazy to write a complete one shot
The first time he saw her was behind the screen of his phone, hand stroking down his cock as he watched the pretty little thing in lace moan on his screen.
He had seen her often after that. Sometimes late at night, his phone propped up in bed, or even in the bathroom stall when he just needed a quick release after a long day of work.
He could count her moles and recognize the curve of her body anywhere, even the high pitch of her voice or the low murmurs when she was close. He knew her so intimately that he felt like he could taste her release over the screen.
The first time he actually saw her, she was hanging over his best friend's arm, giggling and nudging her head into his cheek before she even took notice of him.
He had almost dropped the glass of champagne when she had smiled at him. Barely glancing at him when his best friend introduced her to him.
He had tried to smile, which looked more like a grimace, but eventually, she looked away when her group of friends came in the picture.
“How is she? Scored a good one, haven't I?”
“She's perfect” he whispered, tongue poking in his cheek as he shamelessly watched her from a distance.
“What was that?”
His nimble fingers quick to poke around the closed drawers. However, just as he opened the one drawer with laces peaking out, he heard footsteps approaching where he was.
The second time he had seen her was at her engagement party.
Under the pretense of going to the bathroom, he had “accidentally” walked in her room
“Shit,” with a curse, he glanced around the room until he found himself hiding in her closet.
His long legs nudged and probed at the clothes hanging around and the suitcases half full, shoved in much like himself.
“Honey, the guests are gone,” she sang, her fingers meddling with the earring at her ear while letting the heels on her feet fall softly on the carpet.
He heard her words of tiredness before he saw his best friend walk in. He pressed a kiss at the back of her neck as he tried to unzip her dress from her back.
“Mmh, there still a few guests left,” she mumbled, although her own fingers traced the bulge in his pants.
“Naughty,” she slapped his hand without any malice. He chuckled before leaning in for a kiss.
He hummed once, stroking his tongue at the roof of her mouth before pulling away.
“Fine, but how about my pretty little angel, wear this while your perfect husband escorts the guest out, hm?” he took out a black silk blindfold.
She giggled at the sight before walking over the bed, “You better make it quick,” he kissed her nose before gently wrapping the silk around her eyes.
He left with a long glance as she made herself pretty and comfortable on the wide bed.
“Honey?”
It wasn't his fault, really, when he crept out of the closet a beat later. Before walking to the bedroom door, opening it and slamming it shut again.
Really, it wasn't his fault. She called him out so sweetly as he walked over to her.
She just looked lonely in that big bed of hers while her fiancée left her blind and aching to see out the guests.
Personally, he wouldn't have brought such a big crowd for his engagement party and have everyone oogle at her.
Really, it was mostly his best friend's fault.
That is what he kept saying as he impersonated himself as his best friend and took hold of her face. The face he had traced over and over until she had imprinted in his mind.
Her sigh of surprise melted into his mouth as he groaned and moaned into the sudden kiss. Their teeth knocked, and she whined before he licked her mouth to sooth her.
Really, his best friend shouldn't have left her blind and pretty for his taking.
That is what he told himself as he tore the dress off her body in a hurry.
He bit his lips to stop himself from mumbling how pretty she looked, how enticing her scent was, how she could lay perfect still and take his cock like she is supposed to.
He barely had to work her open, the slick between her thighs glistening under the warm light.
The jealousy burning in his chest had him grip her thighs open as he pushed himself in her in one smooth stroke.
Her body flinched before curving into his until there was no place left between them. She whined loud and proud.
The smirk gracing over his face was seen only by himself.
Hard and fast as he mouthed every part of her skin, leaving traces of his spit behind. He tugged at her breasts, licking and sucking the skin until she had goosebumps.
Her hands that were gripping her hair in pleasure were quick to hold his broad shoulder, “Um?” her confusion was forgotten by his thrusts.
“More, honey, more,”
He huffed as his lips bleed from the restrain.
She yelped in surprise as he licked the skin under her armpit, nosing and tasting her flesh before trailing back to suck at her nipple.
One of her finger danced between their bodies, tracing over her clit while the other wrapped around his head as he suckled.
When he looked up, he moaned heartily when he saw the damping of the cloth around her eyes, her pleasure bringing him joy like no other.
It was sudden, the quietness of the house as the guest finally left. Footsteps slowly thread over to the room.
Scott pressed a kiss to her mouth, which she eagerly responded to before she opened her mouth and their tongues met. He could hear it, the knob turning but it only made him fuck her faster.
His own thumb pressing over her finger on her clit as he stuffed her full. He huffed as he tightened the muscles of his body, forcing his own release and hers.
As he came with a grunt, sweet, unfamiliar words fell to her ears. She didn't have time to react before she heard the loud exclamation coming from behind her.
Really, it was his fault for getting engaged to his favorite girl.
