Blue Lace
Summary: Storm season is over, meaning Scott finally gets a much needed break from putting all his time into Storm Par. However, the first day of Scott’s break starts off with him in bed alone, but when you come home with a bag full of goodies, his annoyance quickly turns into something much more beneficial.
Word Count: 4k | I do not give consent to having my work republished or posted to any other platform or profile other than my own.
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected smut, oral, swearing, will anyone read this, i hope so.
Storm season is finally over. No more daily tornados (at least one could only hope), and no more running around in terrible weather conditions trying to gather data for Storm Par research for the next little while.
Scott was finally able to take a break, and he was planning on making the most of it.
Instead of waking up early, he planned to sleep in. Instead of only giving you a quick five minute makeout session before he had to leave, he planned on keeping you in bed well past noon. Instead of getting home well after dinner, he planned on spoiling the shit out of you by actually cooking for once.
Key words; planned, planned, planned.
His break had an unexpected start. He’d woken up just after ten in the morning, all alone in the bed he’s been sharing with you for the better part of the last six months. Your side of the bed was cold and partly made up, and he assumed he was the reason your pillow had fallen onto the floor since he’s discovered he moves quite a bit in his sleep. Especially when you’re not there in the bed with him to hold onto.
He ate a late breakfast alone, then cleaned the kitchen since it had become a little messy during the last couple of days. Then he moped around the house in just his sweats until you came home at around 2 in the afternoon.
You’d gone out to the mall, and Scott was a bit pissy that you didn’t wake him up before you left, because he likes starting his day off with a morning kiss or by fucking you. One or the other. He would’ve preferred the other since you and he hadn’t properly fucked in what felt like forever - thanks to the constant tornados.
But today he got nothing, and he was dramatically upset about it.
He was sitting against the headboard, his eyes fixated on you as you showed him the various new outfits you’d bought today. It felt like you’d bought out the whole mall as you showed him each and every outfit, modeling them so he could get the full view of how they look on you. It was making his day a little better, because he couldn’t stay annoyed with you for too long since you technically didn’t do anything wrong.
Still, his arms were crossed over his chest as he watched you, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek. “What do you think about this one?” you asked as you stepped out of the bathroom and into his line of sight. You were wearing a pretty blue dress that was tight at the top and loose and flowy at the bottom, and it looked stunning on you.
Everything you had bought looked stunning on you. The way his hips bucked instinctively with every new piece of clothing you showed him should’ve been enough of a reaction.
Scott cleared his throat as he shifted a bit, letting his eyes slowly drag up and down your body. “It’s nice,” he said, but even he knew it was way more than that. The dress looked gorgeous on you, and it was probably close to being his favorite thing you’ve shown him so far.
You pouted as you did a little twirl. “Nice?” you echoed. “That’s it? That’s all I get?”
Scott raised a brow. “It’s pretty,” he corrected, and the look you gave him had him smirking.
You looked unimpressed as you dropped your arms to your sides, your eyes narrowing. “Nice? Pretty?” you repeated as you stepped towards the bed, your lips pursing as you looked down at him. “You know, I got this dress because it reminded me of your eyes. It’s almost the exact same shade of blue.”
You broke eye contact as you looked down at your dress, taking a step back again and doing a little spin for yourself. The dress twirled with you, giving Scott a glimpse of your thighs before it fell straight again.
Looking back at him, you crossed your arms. “You’re not enjoying this,” you stated, your lip poking out in a cute pout. “Why do you hate me?”
Scott laughed under his breath, his arms coming up to cross over his chest as he sat up straighter. “I don’t hate you, baby. Not even close. If I did, we wouldn’t be living together,” he pointed out as he let his gaze focus back on your dress. You were right, it did match his eyes damn near perfectly, and he felt his annoyance fade away more and more. “I had this whole thing planned out, and then I woke up alone. I didn’t even get to taste you before you left. Do you know how wrong that is?”
You let out a surprised laugh, wandering over to him and bracing your hands on his shoulders. “Oh. You planned, huh?” you teased as Scott let his hands rest on your hips. “That’s sweet. You’re kinda sweet sometimes, you know that?”
He gave you a look. “I am not,”
Shrugging, you let him pull you onto his lap. “You’re sweet to me, that’s all that matters,” you said as you leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “But I have one more thing to try on, and I think you might like it the most out of everything I’ve shown you. I bet it will probably be your favorite.”
Debatable, he wanted to say as he watched you climb off his lap and saunter over to the bags once more. You’d shown him countless new dresses, shirts and skirts, and he wasn’t sure he had a favorite since they were all pretty similar.
His eyes flickered down to the backs of your thighs as you bent and grabbed one of the smaller bags, the logo on the plastic hidden from his view as you held it in front of your body. “Be right back,” you promised as you ducked inside the bathroom and closed the door behind you.
Scott grunted and leaned back against the headboard again, his big hands coming up to run down his face. He was tired, and all he really felt like doing right now was stripping you out of what he assumed would be another final dress, putting one of his shirts on you, then cuddling you under the sheets as he got a few more hours of sleep.
But you had a different idea as you opened the door a few minutes later and stepped into the room again. “Well,” you said as Scott kept his face covered. “What do you think?”
He dropped his hands to his lap as he looked over at you, and he felt his throat go dry and his eyes widened just slightly. You weren’t wearing another frilly dress or another short skirt. No, you were wearing something a lot more revealing.
Scott felt his cock twitch in his sweats as he looked at you, his normally calm and focused gaze a little wild now as his eyes flickered all over your body. The sight of your bare legs, your soft thighs, covered by absolutely nothing, the scrap of baby blue lace that covered your core - but barely, made his blood rush south. Your stomach was exposed as his gaze lifted until it landed on the matching blue fabric covering your breasts, and his breath got caught in his throat.
“Holy… shit,” he said, unable to focus on one part of you for too long as he sat up straight. The set was a lighter shade of blue than the dress you just had on was, and it barely covered you at all. The tops of your breasts were exposed, the cups of the bra only covering half your mounds, and the panties were small and flimsy and looked like they would rip if Scott were to give them the smallest tug.
And then you turned around in a playful spin, and he would gladly admit his wrongs. You were right, this is definitely his favorite thing you’ve shown him.
Scott’s eyes were glued to your backside, the curve of your ass on full display since the panties were so damn small, they didn’t cover even half of you. He stood up from the bed, his eyes never leaving your scantily clad form as he moved toward you. “This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” he muttered as he grabbed your hips and pressed you against the wall beside the bathroom door.
He’s seen you in lingerie before, but nothing quite like this. Before, he’d just remove your clothing rather quickly so he could get his hands on you faster, but you weren’t wearing anything over this. There was no build up to this, no teasing during a dinner with friends that ended with him tearing your panties off in his haste to get to you. No bratty banter that ended with your dress and bra halfway down your torso as he bent you over.
No. This was all for him.
“And you bought it just for me?” he rasped, leaning in to tug at the shell of your ear with his teeth.
You smiled sweetly up at him, your arms coming up to drape around his neck. “Mhmm,” you nodded, writhing between his body and the wall. “Just for you. I hope you like it… hope it gets you out of this… mood you’ve been in since I got home.”
A low, deep groan escaped the back of Scott’s throat as he gripped your hips tighter, his fingers teasing the edges of your lacy panties. “You’re trying to kill me. You have to be,” he muttered, sliding one hand up into your hair and tugging your head back to expose the curve of your shoulder. His other hand came up and cupped your breast over your bra, his thumb right where he knows your nipple is as he leaned in and kissed your neck. “I’m sorry for being an ass earlier.”
You laughed quietly, tipping your head back against the wall as he sucked and kissed along your soft skin. “It’s okay,” you whispered, tangling your fingers in his hair as you lifted one leg up and wrapped it around his waist. “I kinda like it when you’re an ass. You’re kinda mean, and it’s sexy.”
Scott smirked against your neck, his teeth skimming your skin. “Oh yeah? Well, lucky for you, I’m a real prick most of the time,”
“Mmm, don’t I know it,”
His hand tightened in your hair, pulling gently as he reached down and hitched your thigh higher up on his hip. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he mumbled, rolling his body against yours as he pulled away from your neck. “I can feel how wet you’re getting already.”
He watched as your face flushed, his other hand reaching under your thigh as he lifted you up, guiding you to wrap your legs around his waist. He carried you over to the bed that he didn’t even bother making when he woke up, laying you down before following after you.
Scott hovered over you, his big hands sliding up your sides, groping your breasts, before finally pulling the straps of your bra down your shoulders. “You’re so pretty, baby. All dolled up for me… I don’t deserve you,” he said as he ducked his head down to kiss along your collarbone, his hand sliding under your back until he found the clasp of your bra, and he unhooked it with an ease he’d practiced over the years.
He pulled back and ran the tip of his finger down the valley of your breasts before he tugged the lacy material away from you, guiding it down your arms and tossing it aside.
“Goddamn,” Scott breathed, his hands covering each breast as he leaned in and buried his face between your soft mounds.
He reveled in the soft laugh that bubbled out of your mouth, his thumbs and index fingers rolling your pretty peaks as he kissed the tops of your breasts. “You’re sexy,” you said, wrapping your legs around his waist. “And you definitely don’t deserve me.”
Scott grunted, bucking his hips against yours. “Oh, I’m well aware,” he mumbled, dipping his head down and wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. His hand continued to pull and tease the other one as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, and then he switched and continued to do exactly that until he got his fill of your breasts.
He began trailing kisses down your stomach, his hands coming to rest on your hips as he nuzzled his nose along the lacy edge of your panties.
“Lift up, baby,” he said, hooking his fingers into the delicate fabric once you complied, and he slowly pulled it down your legs. He tossed them aside to join your bra, then he was gripping your knees and settling between your spread legs, notching his shoulders beneath your thighs. “Mm, there she is. My pretty little pussy.”
You gasped when he buried his face between your legs, his tongue darting out to part your folds. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned, your back arching off the bed as he skillfully tasted you. “Holy shit, Scott.”
Scott draped your legs over his shoulders, giving himself the best possible access to you as he moaned at your taste. He grunted against your pussy as you reached down and tugged on his hair, your fingers tangling in the dark strands before pulling. “Mm, you taste so good, baby,” he praised, licking at your clit before he took it into his mouth at the same time he slid two of his fingers inside you. “Wanna hear all your pretty noises you make for me.”
His other hand gripped the back of your thigh, holding you down on the bed as he devoured you like a man starved for it, and he kinda was. He was a busy guy, and between Javi and his uncle, Scott had been a pretty neglectful boyfriend.
That’s going to change now.
Now, he wouldn’t let you leave the bed until he’s made you cum at least once. Every. Single. Day.
As he pumped his fingers in and out of you, he sucked and flicked your clit with his tongue, reveling in the sharp gasp you let out when he grazed his teeth along it. You moaned loudly, and the sound mixed with your additive taste had him bucking his hips against the bed, his cock achingly hard in his sweats.
You propped yourself up on one elbow, looking down at him as your chest heaved with uneven breaths. “You’re so fucking hot, baby,” you moaned, bucking your hips against his face as you clenched around his fingers. “So fucking sexy.”
Scott grinned at your words, sliding his digits in and out of you quicker than before. “I’m gonna make you cum so hard, sweetheart,” he promised, curling his fingers inside you as he nuzzled his nose against your sensitive bud. “Wanna taste it. C’mon, baby.”
Your moans were growing louder, your thighs shaking against his shoulders as you tugged a little harder on his hair. “Oh, fuck. Fuck,” you gasped, dropping back down onto the bed as you arched your body into his touch. “I’m gonna cum. Jesus, Scott, I’m gonna cum so hard.”
You clenched desperately around his fingers, sucking them in deeper as you squeezed your eyes shut. “That’s my good girl,” Scott murmured, kissing your throbbing clit before he gently sucked it back into his mouth. He felt the way you got impossibly tighter, your body jerking uncontrollably as you came for him, and he groaned as he worked you through your high.
He slowed down the pace of his fingers as you slumped back against the bed, and only when you let out a whine of protest did he slowly pull them out. Bringing them up to his mouth, he sucked them clean as he crawled back up your body, his hips settling between your thighs.
You moaned against his mouth when he leaned in and kissed you, his hips rolling against yours as he tried to find a relief for the raging hard-on that was still contained in his sweatpants.
He broke the kiss a few seconds later, his lips puffy and wet from your own, his chin still glistening from your core. “I need to be inside you. I need to feel your tight little pussy around me,” he groaned, sitting back on his knees and pushing down his sweats. His cock sprung free, hard and angry and throbbing with the need to be buried inside you.
Scott hovered back over you, one hand braced next to your head while his other reached down and grasped the base of his cock. He gave it a few strokes as you took it upon yourself to shove his sweatpants the rest of the way down his legs. “Fuck, I need you,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck as he settles on top of you.
“I know, baby,” he cooed, gripping your thighs and pushing them further apart before he lined himself up with your entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, stretching you out around his cock as he let out a deep grunt. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” he muttered, working himself deeper with shallow thrusts until he was buried completely inside you.
You moaned as he bottomed out, your hands sliding down his shoulders, his arms, before wrapping around his wrists. You looked down at where you and he are connected, his hips pressed right up against your own. “You’re so big,” you whispered, slowly lifting your hips as you clenched around him.
When you looked back up at him, you let out a small laugh at the pained expression he was sure was present on his face. His fingers were digging into your hips, holding you exactly the way he wanted you, as he started to move. “God, you feel so good. So warm and wet and tight. Made just for me, weren’t you, baby?” he rasped, pulling nearly all the way out before sliding back in.
You nodded all too eagerly, writhing under him on the bed. “Just for you,”
Scott smirked down at you before leaning in and kissing you deeply, a messy, filthy clash of teeth and tongue as he started to fuck you into the mattress. One hand slid under your knee, hiking your leg up high on his hip as he rolled his body against yours in a way that had you clawing at his back as he reached even deeper.
You kissed him back, your tongue brushing against his as his hips hit yours over and over again. “Fuck,” you gasped, sliding your hands into his hair as you lifted your other leg and wrapped it around his waist as well. “Jesus, Scott, you’re so deep inside me.”
He grunted against your mouth, increasing the pace of his thrusts as his fingers dug into the smooth skin of your thigh. “That’s right, baby. You take me so fucking well. This pussy was made for me,” he panted once he broke the kiss. He guided your leg higher until it was damn near over his shoulder, giving him the best access to you as possible. “So fucking tight. Squeezing me so fucking good. You love taking me like this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
You whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you nodded helplessly. “Yes, fuck yes, I love it,” you answered, one hand tugging hard on his hair while the other one wrapped around his big bicep. Your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you deeper, faster and harder into the bed. “I love it. I love you.”
Scott ground his pelvis against yours, covering your whole body with his own as he looked down at you. “I love you too, baby,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you again, his kiss-swollen lips meshing perfectly against yours. “Love you so fucking much. More than anything.”
The bed creaked with every thrust, the headboard tapping against the wall as he reached down and brushed your clit with his fingers before he applied more pressure to it.
“I’m close,” he grunted, his breath fanning across your lips as he pressed his forehead against yours. His thrusts were faster, more erratic as he felt the tension deep inside him intensify. “Cum with me, sweetheart. I wanna feel you cum on my cock like a good girl.”
Your fingers twisted in his hair, your nails gently scratching at his scalp as you pulled him impossibly closer, your leg wrapping tighter around his waist. You clenched around him, your core trying to suck him in deeper as you tipped your head back on the bed. “Oh, fuck,” you moaned, nails digging into the skin of his bicep as you tensed up in his arms. “I’m coming… I’m - fuck.”
He felt you clamp around him, your warmth flooding around his pistoning cock and making his pace stutter briefly. “That’s it, baby,” he groaned, pressing his hips right up against yours with a few more deep thrusts before he stilled and came as well. His hips jerked as he filled you up, rolling his body against yours to ensure he gave you every single drop.
Scott let out a throaty grunt, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he guided your leg down from his shoulder. He draped it over his waist as he collapsed on top of you, practically crushing you against the bed.
He pressed soft kisses along your neck and shoulder as he regained control over his breathing, then he lifted his head and looked down at you with sated eyes and a lazy smirk on his lips. “Are you okay?” he asked quietly, one hand coming up to brush the few sweaty strands of hair away from your face.
You let out a heavy sigh, a dreamy look in your pretty eyes as you nodded slowly. “I’m so okay,” you said back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling his chest tight against yours. “I should accidentally piss you off then cheer you up more often. The end result would be so worth it.”
A deep laugh left Scott’s mouth as he looked down at you, taking in your puffy lips, your smeared makeup, your messy hair, and the marks he’d left on your skin. “I’d be careful with what I wish for, sweetheart,” he muttered, giving a slow, teasing roll of his hips, a few excess beads of cum escaping the tip of his cock and joining the rest of it inside you. “I might just keep you in this bed with me every single day now.”
You laughed quietly, then winced when he slowly pulled out of you. Scott cursed under his breath at the loss of contact, and he quickly gathered you into his arms as he leaned back against the pillows. “Are you expecting me to complain about that?” you teased, tangling your legs with his.
“Hell no,” he answered, one big hand reaching down to cover your ass as he held you against his warm body. “I’m counting on you to agree with it.”
You hummed, snuggling against his side. “Well, lucky for you, I definitely agree with it,” you mumbled, leaning up to press a lazy kiss to his lips. “And I love you.”
Scott grinned down at you. “I love you,” he said back, pressing a final kiss to your mouth. When he pulled away, he reached out and grabbed your discarded panties that had ended up on his nightstand. “And I love these. I think you should buy stuff like this more often.”
You raised a brow. “Even if it means leaving you at home to do so?”
He shook his head. “Oh, no. I won’t be staying at home,” he said, letting the blue fabric fall to the floor as he wrapped his arm around you, his fingers sliding into your hair. “The next time you go out and buy pretty little pieces like that for me, I’m coming. In more ways than one.”
You scrunched your nose at him then laughed when he leaned in and kissed you. “You’re a pig,”
He smirked against your mouth. “You love it,”
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