Stargirl Interlude - Scott Miller x Reader
Scott Miller x Reader
Summary: Scott fucks you after saving you from the worst date of all time.
Tags: NSFW (18+), jealous!Scott, slight degradation kink, unprotected p in v, mating press, Scott fucks HARD, masturbation, creampie, bickering
Word Count: 2.1k
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If someone told you six months ago that you’d be in a situation like this – calling Scott fucking Miller to pick you up from a shitty date – you would have laughed in their goddamn face. Scott is not a helpful person, and everyone knows it – he’s loud, he’s opinionated, and he does whatever the hell he wants to in pretty much every area in his life.
That’s all true, yes…But he’s also the only team member whose number you have other than Javi, the only other person here in Oklahoma that you know – trust? – that has the ability to get you the fuck out of here.
Your date is in the bathroom right now. For the past twenty minutes, it’s been nonstop talk about his self-employment, and his music career, and his ‘cozy little’ apartment, which you know is code for ‘small and messy itty bitty’ apartment.
The guy’s a total slob, too – his shirt is stained and his hair is greasy. He looks nothing like the pictures that were on his profile. Maybe under all the oiliness and messiness there’s some hint of the guy he was when the photos were taken, but honestly? You’re not in the mood to stick around and find out. Not when he’s been making offhand comments about you this whole damn time.
“Are you sure you’re gonna eat that whole burger?”
“You’re getting fries? You’re not interested in…a salad, maybe?”
“Gotta watch your figure, little lady!”
Abso-fucking-lutely not.
You’d called Javi first, in your defense. Scott was not your first choice, but Javi hasn’t answered by the fourth ring, and you’re in a damn hurry. You don’t have time for this, not when the guy could come back at any moment. Then you’d really be screwed.
You give up on Javi and quickly click on your text thread with Scott, which is a whole lot of you talking and not much of him responding. You tap the ‘call’ button, then hold the phone up to your ear so that you can hear.
Riiiing.
“Come on, Scott,” you mutter, glancing back towards the restrooms.
Riiiing.
Fuck. Maybe you’ll just have to endure this, put up with this man for another hour before awkwardly telling him that you don’t wanna go home with him–
“Hello?” comes a groggy, sleep-ridden voice. You exhale softly, relief flooding you.
“Scott,” you whisper. “Oh my god. Thank god. I need your help.”
You hear shuffling on the other line, and when he speaks, his voice is strained as if he’s stretching.
“What’s the matter?” he asks.
“I’m on a date and the guy is a total fuckin’ weirdo, Scott…Will you come get me? Please? We can go back to your place afterwards, whatever you want, just please–”
“Where are you?” Scott asks. “The burger joint just off your street. Super close,” you tell him. A huff. A groan.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“I know, I know—“
“You owe me one, kid,” he says sharply. You hear rummaging, as if he’s getting dressed. You exhale, relieved.
“Thank you. Oh my god. You’re my hero.”
“Mm. I’ll be there in…” a pause, then another huff. “Six minutes. Can you survive six minutes?”
“Yeah, yes, that’s fine,” you say quickly. “Call when you’re here.”
“Mhm. Bye.”
He hangs up without another word, and you let out a shaky breath.
A minute passes, then another, then another.
You rub your temples, starting to wonder if your date has ditched you first. You don’t give yourself time to wonder, though. Not really. Not when your phone rings after five minutes.
“I’m coming,” you answer, then hang up as you gather your stuff and haul ass out the door without looking back. You practically run to Scott’s car, and you get in on the passenger side hurriedly.
“Please drive,” you say as you slam the door shut and begin to buckle the seat belt.
“Bossy,” Scott mutters, putting the car back in drive and peeling away anyway. You look back at the restaurant, feeling sick with anxiety.
“Oh my god, that was so bad…That was so bad—“
“What was the matter with him?” Scott asks.
“Absolute axe murderer vibes,” you reply. He doesn’t laugh. Not even a chuckle or a soft nasal exhale. You glance at him.
Oh.
He’s pissed.
Really pissed.
“Scott—“
“I didn’t know you were dating.”
You freeze. That’s what this is about? Not the fact that you woke him up and troubled him for a ride?
“I…Guess I didn’t realize that was something I needed to tell you about,” you say. You feel silly the moment the statement leaves you. What a thing to say to the guy you’ve been sleeping around with all these months.
“No? You don’t think so? You sucked my dick last night and now you’re going off with another guy? Classy.”
You huff.
“It’s not like that–”
“No? What’s it like, then?” Scott asks as he puts on his turn signal and turns down onto his street. You’re going to his place after all. You’re in for it. Your core is already hot just thinking about it.
“I thought it’d be fun! That’s all!” you say. “It wasn’t meant to be anything against you.”
Scott reaches up and presses the garage door opener as he pulls into his driveway. He’s silent as he drives into the garage, closes the garage door, and turns off the car. He looks at you, jaw clenched.
“I’m sorry,” you say finally.
“Fuck you.”
“Scott, I’m sorry.”
“You’re insatiable, you know that? I can’t stand you.”
You sigh, glancing at his lips briefly before meeting his eyes again.
“I owe you,” you say. “Seriously. You saved me.”
“Damn right I did,” Scott says. “Get inside, I’ll be up in a few.”
A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth, and you kiss his cheek and grab his keys.
“You’re the best,” you say.
“Haul ass before I change my mind and take you back home.”
You chuckle as you get out and hurry to unlock the door leading into the house. With a sigh, you set his keys on the counter and take your boots off. You set them next to the front door, then walk through the house and down the hall to his bedroom. You take it upon yourself to undress, taking off your socks and jeans and everything else before setting them neatly in a pile and getting onto Scott’s bed. You inhale the scent of him that lingers on the bedspread, humming as you do so.
You hear him come inside the house a few minutes later. You listen as he takes off his boots and starts down the hall. When he opens the door and sees your nude body, he looks you over. He loves it when you’re on display for him, all spread out and ready. Scott unzips the hoodie he’d thrown on in haste before coming to get you, and when you see that there isn’t a shirt beneath it, you bite your lip.
“You look so good,” you breathe, spreading your legs slightly and letting your hand wander down your body to play with yourself lazily. You sigh at the feeling, still staring into Scott’s eyes.
“You’re easily impressed,” Scott says, but there’s no bite behind his words. He steps forward and pushes his joggers down to reveal his boxers. You rub your clit faster, letting out a quiet moan.
“I am not,” you argue. “You just turn me on.”
“I’m not even doing anything,” Scott says as he throws his joggers aside, then removes his boxers. He’s half hard, and you moan again at the sight.
“You don’t have to be doing anything,” you breathe. “S-Sometimes I just think about you driving and it gets me hot.”
“You’re so weird,” Scott says, leaning over you. He lowers himself down and lets his teeth scrape against your neck. You pull your hand away from your core and touch him instead. He’s warm and his skin is soft, and you sigh again. He fits a knee between your thighs and you rut against him.
“Mm. Needy girl,” Scott hums. You tug on his hair and bite his earlobe.
“You like it,” you say. “I know you do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Scott says, rocking his hips against you. Your breath catches when he reaches down and pushes your thighs apart. “I think you’re a fuckin’ weirdo.”
“That makes two of us,” you smile, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. “Get in me, Scott.”
He hums, nipping your bottom lip before reaching over into his bedside table to grab a condom. You stop him.
“You can come in me. As a treat,” you say. You smile and Scott kisses you firmly as he hurries to press his tip inside of you. You chuckle, running your fingers through his hair.
“Freak,” you mutter playfully. Scott hums again, then moves back to press on your thigh and keep them apart. Your breath catches as he slides into you.
“Shit,” Scott sighs. “F-Fuckin’ sucking me in…You’re tight…Mmm.”
You exhale quietly and tighten your grip on his hair.
“You feel so f-fucking good, Scott…Shit…”
“I haven’t even done anything,” Scott smirks as he begins to rock his hips. Both of you moan softly, the sensation immediately making warmth bloom in your abdomen.
“Oh fuck, just like that,” you breathe, ignoring his witty comment and gripping his shoulders. His muscles tense and relax beneath your touch, and he presses on your thigh even more in order to spread you out further.
“Yeah? Like taking cock like this?”
Your eyes roll back and you reach down to rub your clit as he rocks his hips faster. The bed creaks and squeals as the headboard begins to slam against the wall.
“O-Only yours,” you breathe. Scott runs his free hand, the hand that isn’t holding your thigh, along your jaw. He takes hold of it and forces you to look at him.
“Say it again,” he breathes, fucking you harder. Arousal washes over you. You bite your lip.
“Only yours,” you sigh. “I o-only like taking your cock, Scott.”
He kisses you again, and there’s something in this one that feels different. He isn’t angry or hurt or horny. Well, maybe he is. But not right now. Not in this kiss. No, no, he’s…He’s almost smitten. Ha. Scott Miller, smitten. What a concept.
Your body bounces with the force of his thrusts. They’re getting sloppy fast, and you rub your puffy clit quicker. You groan softly, then tilt your head up to kiss him again.
“No one fucks me like you do,” you admit. “No one ever could. O-Only want you.”
Scott groans at this.
“Y-You’re full of shit,” he breathes. You shake your head.
“I’m not. I-I’m full of you.”
He lets out a soft chuckle.
“Well. Not yet,” he breathes. He nips your bottom lip. “You’re a-about to be…Fuck.”
“Yeah? Gonna cum in me?”
“Fuck yeah…”
“Gonna fill me up ‘til I’m leaking?”
“Fuck, you’re disgusting…” Scott breathes.
“So are you,” you smile. Your core is hot and pulsing with want. Your orgasm is rising, rising, rising – and Scott’s is, too. Everything is swelling in the best way possible. You let out a shaky moan as your head falls back. Scott leans in and bites at your throat.
“I-I’m–!” you exclaim suddenly, your core clenching and spasming as you reach your peak. Your climax washes over you, and Scott curses under his breath as he feels you flooding on his cock.
“Mm, fuck,” he breathes. “Dirty fuckin’ girl…Coming all over my cock…”
“O-Oh my god, you love it,” you breathe, eyes fluttering as he fucks you dumb. He brings your other thigh up, pressing on you until you’re damn-near bent in half. He’s so deep inside of you, his cock long and thick and perfect, and you groan loudly at the feeling.
“Oh, fuck, Scott, please,” you beg. “I-I want it! Please!”
“Mm, atta girl,” he breathes. He reaches his orgasm a few thrusts later, and he grunts, gritting his teeth as his hips rock and rut against you. “Oh, fuck yeah…”
You’re practically limp as his thrusts slow to a stop. Your face is hot, your legs are jelly, and your core is liquid. Scott leans in and kisses you again, and you pull at his hair playfully.
“You’re so good,” you breathe in-between kisses. “Fuck.”
“Mm. You’re gonna remember this the next time you try to go on some stupid fucking date, huh?” he asks. You nod without hesitation.
“Yes,” you breathe. “I will.”
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rynwritesstuff, 2026
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