would it really kill you if we kissed?
★ summary: weeks had passed since the truck incident, scott pretending as if nothing had happened. refusing to let it dull your night out you join the infamous tornado wranglers at the local dive bar, content to do whatever it takes to get those blue eyes out of your mind
★ pairing: scott miller x reader, (brief tyler owens x reader)
★ warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, oral f & male receiving, cursing, slut shaming, name calling, public dry humping, road head, mean jealous scott miller *pants*
★ word count: 5.8k
★ notes: this is part two to tornado warnings!!!! i love this dysfunctional pair sm
“Kate and her crew are going out to the bar tonight. You wanna come?” Javi repeated himself for probably the third time in the past minute. The day had been long, endlessly chasing a storm while Tyler and his tornado wranglers cut us off at every turn for the sake of their YouTube channel. Now Javi wanted you to join them at some hole-in-the-wall dive bar.
His pleading eyes made your resolve crumble, nodding to him. “Just for a little bit.”
Javi smiled, clapping you on the shoulder to thank you. Before he could speak, the energy in the room shifted, no doubt with a sulking Scott Miller approaching from behind.
“You guys are gonna go get drunk with those hillbillies?” The scoff that left his mouth was insulting. While you didn’t want to initially, now you just wanted to go, knowing it would piss him off. Not surprisingly, nothing has changed between the two of you. The hateful banter continued, and you both tried to forget how it felt for him to be inside you.
“Someone’s jealous they don’t know how to let loose.” You laughed, now fully ready to strap on the best outfit you had shoved into your travel bag.
“Yeah, MIT! You should stop by, just for a drink!” Javi laughed, grabbing your hand and holding it up in a mock celebration. “It's gonna be lit.”
All Scott could do was scoff, mumbling, “Yeah, I’m sure,” under his breath. Making a point to brush against your shoulder when he walked back to the motel, despite him being in your way. Never once stopping his dickhead antics.
“Ignore Mr. Grumpy pants, okay?” Javi smiled, “Go get ready, and I’ll drive us there.”
With a faux salute, you were off to your room. You’d think after all these months on the road, you’d be used to the shitty Midwest motels, but it still had your skin crawling at the scratchy sheets and tacky wallpaper. You got ready the best you could in the cramped bathroom with dim lighting. You were glad to be out of your normal work attire, sliding on a pair of black jeans and a low-cut top. Even went as far as doing your hair and applying eyeliner.
With a spritz of perfume, you were at Javi’s side, letting him drive you down these rural streets to some local bar. From the moment you crossed the threshold, you were assaulted by cigarette smoke and bourbon. An ancient jukebox in the corner is playing some old 80s rock. It was evident that your group of storm chasers were the youngest in this place.
“Javi!” Kate’s voice rang out, walked from the back corner where her crew had a table. “Y/n! I’m so glad you came. We need more women to offset the testosterone pouring out of Tyler.”
All you could do was smile at her, “I agree. I’m the only one with these idiots.” Pointing to where Javi was not so subtly making puppy dog eyes in Kate’s direction.
“Bless your heart.” She sighed, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as if you had been friends with her for years. “Javi, get us some beers, won’t you?”
And like a lovesick puppy, he immediately obliged, a laugh leaving your mouth. A few steps further into the bar, before a loud voice spoke out, “Oh, isn’t it Mrs. StormPar in the flesh.” The Arkansas accent was undeniable.
“Isn’t it the Tornado Wrangler himself. Should I bow to royalty?” You teased, starting a curtsy before Kate pulled you up, “Don’t make his ego any bigger than it already is.”
A round of laughter started; his other friends in the back crowded around the pool table, begging to humble him a little. Once Javi came back with drinks, you all settled into conversation easily. All prior irritations we had with the crew faded away into nothing once you got to know them a little better.
Kate said Tyler had been peacocking ever since you showed up, doing his best to impress you. With every shot he took, he’d tip his ridiculous cowboy hat at you and wink, swearing you were his good luck charm. “This one’s for you, beautiful!” He shouted, probably alerting the entire bar, before he shot one of Boone’s last balls into the hole. Boone was immediately outraged, “That’s not fair, you’re just showing off.”
Tyler let the words roll off him, never stopping to take his eyes off of you. As cocky and ridiculous as you found him, you couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t attractive. There was something about his tan skin that contrasted with the too-tight white t-shirt that clung to his body. The outline of his abs tensed each time he leaned over the table, his jeans doing wonders for his ass, too. It was almost unfair.
“He’s normally not this good at pool.” Dani laughed, handing you another beer. “He keeps this up, he’ll never let you leave.”
“With the way Y/n is staring, that might not be the worst thing in the world.” Kate teased before she and Javi went back to talking about work-related things. You were doing your best to get storm chasing off your mind, at least for the night. The weight of work was crashing terribly hard on your shoulders. Maybe a night with Tyler wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. It would give you a release you desperately craved, and it also might stiffen your longing for a certain blue-eyed coworker who’s content on pretending as if you didn't exist.
“My good luck charm,” Tyler whistled, calling you out of your thoughts, “Wanna help me with this last shot?”
He held his arms out wide, giving you another opportunity to gawk at his tanned skin. His friends hollered, urging you to join his theatrics. “I guess.” You laughed, hopping off the barstool and waltzing over to him. You came up to the middle of his chest, resisting the feral urge to bury your teeth into his chiseled pec that displayed through his shirt.
“How do you want me?” You gave him a wink, causing his smile to grow even wider.
“Now or later?” He asked, staring intently at you.
“Can we get this over with?” Boone groaned, dramatically covering his eyes at you two. “Just beat me, don’t include me in your foreplay.”
“As if you’d ever be that lucky.” You teased, Tyler’s hand falling to your lower back as he guided you in front of him. You grabbed the pool cue out of his hand, leaning down against the table. His body followed, the weight of his body pressed against your back while he covered your hand over the cue.
His breath was warm against your ear, lips barely grazing the skin. “We’re gonna sink the eight ball into the second pocket over there.”
It was hard to focus on anything other than the feeling of his body against yours, his hips basically pressing your ass. You couldn’t resist giving your hips a little wiggle, pretending to adjust your footing.
“Down, girl.” He whispered, letting his lips linger on your ear this time. “Take the shot when you’re ready.”
Steadying your breathing, you let him do most of the work, guiding your hands to the shot. The balls clacked, and the eight ball sank in the pocket just as he predicted, cheers erupting around your small group. Neither of you moving from your positions,
“Told you, my good luck charm.” He laughed, his hand grabbing the outside of your hip. Squeezing the flesh there in a playful manner. You dropped the cue, leaning up, his body following. He used his hand to flip your body around, pressing against your front.
“What’s my prize?” You raised an eyebrow at him, looking up at his mossy eyes.
He pretended to be lost in thought, “What about this?” His grip on your hip tightened, his other hand coming up to cup your cheek. Before he could lean down all the way, you met him halfway, pressing your lips to his messily. He kissed gentler than you would have thought, his lips moving softly against yours. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip, your mouth opening for him. You blocked out all the sounds of your friends, a mixture of groans and cheers. You couldn’t think of anything but the way his mouth felt against yours and the way his hand reached down to grip your ass. Shamelessly kneading the flesh as if you weren’t in a crowded bar.
You were practically mewling in his arms, the public display making you want nothing more than for him to take you right here on this pool table. This was what you needed, for a man to show his affection for you in front of everyone. Not to keep his attraction to you hidden like a deep dark secret, like-
“Scott!” Javi’s yell made your body freeze, pulling away from Tyler to look over. To your horror, there stood Scott Miller in the flesh. The man who never went anywhere with you guys, side-hugging Javi, his eyes locked onto you. More specifically, where Tyler’s hand was still gripping your ass. He was in jeans and a t-shirt, probably one of the few times you’ve seen him in non-work attire. The look on his face was unreadable; all he gave you was an eye roll, his jaw set. You craved to watch him, to wait for the inevitable tick of his jaw.
“Hey, man. Nice of you to join us.” Tyler spoke, his hand slowly moving to your back respectfully. Ever the gentleman, he couldn’t not greet someone, especially after you all agreed to work civilly together. He was just as shocked by Scott’s surprise appearance as you were.
All Scott did was give him a tight-lipped smile before turning away with Javi. Your breath was caught in your throat, unable to move. There was no reason for you to feel like you just got caught red-handed. It’s not like you two were exclusive; if anything, he never wanted to see you again.
“Well, that was awkward.” Tyler broke the silence, his hand smoothing a piece of your hair back behind your ear. “Do you want a drink?”
All you could do was smile, nodding up at him. He told you he’d be right back with a wink. As soon as he stepped away, you let out a shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding. A sick feeling in the pit of your stomach. This wasn't how the night was supposed to go. You were hoping Tyler would take you back to his shitty motel, plow you through the bed, and you’d put those angry blue eyes out of your mind.
“Well, that was weird.” Kate giggled, brushing her shoulder against yours when you slid next to her in the booth.
“Huh?” You asked, your brain all over the place. Turned on and nervous was a bizarre combination, your skin buzzing in anticipation.
“Mr. MIT showing up and gawking at you and Tyler sucking tongue,” Dani answered for her, plopping a plate of greasy nachos on the table. The smell making your stomach roll.
“He wasn’t gawking.” You chuckled nervously, watching where the men crowded around the bar, talking and waiting for beers. Scott looked out of place, not quite smiling but not his typical scowl either.
The girls scoffed in unison, “He looked like he was gonna throw up or punch Tyler in the face. I couldn’t tell.” Kate laughed.
“Yeah, what's going on there?” Lilly asked with a smile, “Do you have a thing for your co-workers, Y/n?”
A laugh burst out of your mouth, “I mean, the dating pool is quite small for stormchasters, but nothing happened there. He just always had a stick up his ass.” Which wasn’t a complete lie.
All Kate did was hum, giving the other girls a look when you weren’t looking. Maybe it was always oblivious to everyone but the two of you.
The girl's talk ceased when Tyler appeared, handing you another beer. “Thank you.” You smiled up at him, trying your best to ignore Scott’s presence.
“Anything for you.” He cheesed, sitting at the table across from the booths with the boys. Idle conversation went by, loud laughs from Boone made your eyes linger over to their table every once and a while. Your fingers ripped at the wet label on your bottle, doing your best to quell the anxiety looming in your gut.
“Hey, the numbers you guys got yesterday were perfect,” Kate spoke up, “We nearly missed it if it wasn’t for y'all.”
“That was all the Dream Team over here.” Javi laughed, slapping his hand down on Scott’s shoulder. You took this chance to sneak a glance at him, his jaw ticking at the mere mention of your name. The same jawline you’ve had in your hands while you, yeah, you need to get laid.
“We do all the work while Javi stands there and looks pretty.” You rolled your eyes.
He cooed at you, “Aw, you think I’m pretty?”
“Gah, you wish.” You shivered, fake gagging at the man. Kate’s shoulders shaking against yours in laughter next to you.
“Y/n is only flirting with one stormchaser tonight, I guess.” Scott’s voice spoke up, the crew erupting in laughs. What came across as a simple joke to everyone else, but you knew it was much deeper than that. His eyes narrowed into slits as he glared at you.
“Guess you got here too late, man.” Tyler joked, not a hint of malice in his tone. Completely oblivious to the repercussions of his words. Kate’s eyes widened, leaning against you a little more.
All Scott could do was laugh, taking a sip of his beer.
“Come on, guy’s rack 'em up!” Boone yelled, gathering them for another game of pool. You let out a nervous breath, watching as Scott and Javi teamed up against Tyler and Boone. You were content in drinking with the girls, grateful to talk about anything but work. It wasn’t long before the anxiety fell off your chest; you weren’t sure if it was the beer flowing through your veins or watching everyone laugh and joke around with each other.
You tried to keep your gawking to a minimum, but Scott’s arms flexing every time he wrapped his hand around the cue had you drooling. At one point, Tyler and Scott high-fived each other, making your legs squeeze together underneath the table. The death grip on your beer was making your fingers ache, too wound up to be in public.
You excused yourself outside for a moment, hoping the chilled air would help. As soon as you were outside, you let your body relax against the dirty brick wall. Your head falls into your hands. You were only granted a few minutes of peace before the sound of a lighter flicking nearby made you raise your head.
There was Scott, just a few feet away, leaning against the side of the building. The dusty neon light above him reflected off his face. A lit cigarette dangling from his mouth, a habit he was in the process of kicking. He either didn’t realize you were out here or was leaving you alone. You assumed it was the latter. If you just stayed quiet, you wouldn’t have to engage with him, but your lips were moving before you knew it.
“Out of gum?” Your voice joined the cicadas and the night breeze. A dirty habit he had picked up, one he tried to quell with the insistent smacking of nicotine gum all day.
His head popped up, a smirk on his lips. “Yup.”
“I’m surprised you came out tonight.” The words wouldn’t stop leaving your mouth, wanting to talk to him more than you’d willingly admit.
“I bet you wish I didn’t. I seem to have interrupted.” And there it was, the bitter Scott Miller you always had the pleasure of speaking to. “Bet Tyler was about to bend you over that pool table.”
“And to think I thought you were in a good mood.” You shook your head, readying yourself to storm back inside.
“Hey,” He stopped you, offering his half-smoked cigarette to you as a peace offering.
You knew that was the closest thing you’d get to a civil apology as you snatched the cigarette, taking a drag. It was so easy to fall into his orbit, you were ashamed of just how much you craved being around him. The mentholated smoke causes your skin to feel buzzy. Settling a few inches apart from him, you let your head lean back on the wall.
“If you wanna whore yourself out to Tyler, I’m not gonna stop you.” He spoke up again, cruelty seeping into his words.
A scoff left you, “When did I ask for your permission, asshole?”
“I don’t know, maybe when you gave me those wide pathetic doe eyes when I walked in.”
“I did not-”
“Did too.” He argued back, your eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“You’re such a child, you know that? You show up here acting as if you want to be civil. You hand me this stupid cigarette as some peace offering to get me to stay just for you to call me a whore?” You let out a crazed laugh, your head swimming. “You make me feel like I’m going insane, Scott. The whiplash you give me. I can’t do it anymore. I really can’t.”
All he does is let out a laugh, snatching the cigarette back from you to finish it off.
“What’s fucking funny?” You barked out, ready to start an argument.
“You say you can’t do it, but we’ll always end up here. At each other’s throats, because it’s the only time I’ll acknowledge you, and that’s all you want, right? Poor little Y/n needs the attention.” His eyes narrowed at you, smoke billowing from his mouth with each word.
“No one asked you to come tonight.” Your voice rose, unwilling to tolerate him any longer.
“Well, technically Javi did.” He said matter-of-factly, raising your blood pressure only raises it even more. “Besides, I can’t believe I almost missed the show. Please go to his room tonight since we’re next to each other. I’d rather gouge my ears out than have to hear you and Mr. Cowboy in there.”
The laugh that tumbled out of your mouth made stragglers in the parking lots' heads turn, “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”
“What?” He grumbled, his eyes still locked onto yours.
“You’re fucking jealous. You came out here with your jeans and freshly steamed t-shirt to see me, only to have your bubble burst when you saw us.”
His scoff was loud, his body language overcompensating. “I am not.”
“Oh, you’re not?” You asked, he followed with a shake of his head.
“Obviously not.”
You clicked your lips, “So if I went back in there and grabbed Tyler by his collar and pulled him into his truck and fucked him right here in this parking lot, you wouldn’t care at all?”
“Nope.” He said, his eyes unwavering.
“Not even if I took him to the hotel? Kept you up all night with the headboard banging against those shitty cardboard walls?” You continued the taunting, a devilish smirk on your face.
“You can do whatever you want.” He shrugged, angrily stomping the cigarette out on the ground.
Clearly, he wasn’t letting the unbothered act go, “Okay, I’d get some headphones tonight.” You shrugged, brushing against him to walk back inside the bar.
He was lightning fast as he walked behind you, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair at the scalp, pulling you to his body. The whimper that left your mouth was embarrassing, your body caged between his and the wall. His fingers pulled, forcing your chin up to look at him.
“You’re such a fucking whore,” He tsked, “You want my cock so bad you have to whore yourself out to get my attention?”
“F-fucking asshole.” You seethed, pretending this isn’t exactly what you wanted. He might have been treating you horribly, but at least he was treating you at all.
“Yeah, I’m an asshole, but you’re pathetic. You think I can’t hear you at night? Stuffing your pussy with your fingers, bet they don’t fill you up like I did, huh?” He mocked, his breath hitting your lips.
“You refuse to talk about that night, you still look at me like you hate me, but you wanna fuck me still. It fucking kills you how much you want me.” You barked back, refusing to let his grip on you plow you into submission.
“I do hate you.” He lied, pressing his body against yours. The cockprint in his pants is pressing against your hipbone. “I hate you so fucking much it scares me.”
“Just talk to me.” You begged, pressing against him even more.
He answered by pressing his lips to yours, teeth gnashing against skin. It was frantic; his hold on your hair loosened, his hand reaching down to grip your ass. Palming the fabric through your jeans as if it was going to disappear, “Hated seeing his fucking hands on you.”
Your chest ached at his confession, mewling in his hold. “Take me back to the motel. Please.” You begged, not even caring how pathetic you sounded. You needed him in every sense of the world.
“Gotta go tell cowboy he won’t be expecting you.” He breathed out, letting his eyes soften at you for the first time. His thigh slotting in between your thighs, no care in the world for the public setting. This was becoming a habit for you two.
“I’m not doing that. I’m just gonna text Kate that I didn’t feel g-good.” You stuttered, his thigh pressing into your clothed core roughly.
“They’re gonna know we left together.” His hands gripped your thighs, forcing you to grind against him. The fabric rubbing against your clit harshly, only making you pant harder. “Or maybe that’s what you want. Want me to go in there and bend you across that table? Bet it’ll show him, huh?”
“F-fuck. Motel. Now.” You stuttered out, covering your hands over his. He was reluctant, but pulled away, smoothing down the hair he had just pulled.
“My truck is over here.” He guided you across the parking lot, opening the door for you. Once you were seated in the passenger seat, there was no stopping the flashbacks of that night. He pulled out of the bar expertly as you sent frantic apology texts to your friends. The low hum of the truck settled between you, Scott’s eyes focused on the road. He was snapped out of his focus by the sound of your seatbelt unclicking, your knees coming up on the seat, and crawling over to him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked, nearly jerking the wheel. “That’s so unsafe-”
“Eyes on the road.” You barked, settling your elbows on his seat while you fumbled with his pants zipper. Pulling his cock out of his pants expertly, the tip glistening. You’ve been craving to get this up close and personal with him since that night.
“You’re fucking insane.” He grunted, his knuckles turning white on the wheel when you wrapped your mouth around his tip, flicking your tongue expertly on his slit. “What a slut. Couldn’t even wait 10 minutes.” His hand went to your hair as soon as your mouth slid down on him, taking him in your mouth.
“Oh my god.” He let out, trying not to buck his hips up at you. Your saliva pooling around his balls while you worked your head up and down, his tip halfway down your throat. “Taking me so good.”
By the time he jerkily pulled the truck into a parking spot, his balls were tightening, threatening to explode down your throat. “Baby, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come.”
The nickname only made you moan around him, hurrying up his inevitable release. You didn’t listen, only dragging him further down your throat, bobbing your head even faster.
“Fucking b-bitch. Fine. Take it. Take my cock, baby.” He grumbled, pushing your head down on him harshly. Choking on every inch of him while he throbbed in your mouth. “Don’t let a single drop go to waste.”
The moment his head flew back into the car seat, you were swallowing around him, the salty taste of his come gliding down your throat with each throb of his cock. You pulled off of him with a pop, smiling shyly at him.
His eyes were glossy, looking down at you. “You’re gonna kill me.” His thumb reached out to wipe spit off the corner of your lip, pushing the digit between your lips. He didn’t even need to say anything; your mouth sucking it greedily before you released it with a pop.
“Come on.” You giggled, sliding out of the truck. Before you could even shut the truck door, he was lifting you off your feet, tossing you over his shoulder. You squealed the whole way up, being lifted with only one of his arms while the other wrestled with the motel door.
He threw you on the bed gently, your head bouncing into the pillows. “Are we gonna talk?” You asked, his darkened eyes watching the way your tits bounced in your low-cut shirt.
“Sure, we can talk.” He said absently, pulling your shoes off.
You sighed, “I really don’t feel like you’re taking this seriously.”
“As serious as a heart attack.” He was now raising your hips, pulling your jeans down your legs slowly.
“You’re so mean to me sometimes. I know I’m just as mean back, but it hurts knowing you don’t like me.” You rambled as he pressed gentle kisses up your calf and to your thighs.
“I’m listening, baby.” He hummed, pulling your legs apart slowly. The damp spot on your panties is evident, the cool motel air making you shiver.
“It makes me feel bad. Then you fucked me and acted like it never happened, which is fine because I did too, but-” Your rambling was cut off as his tongue flattened against your entrance, licking through the thin material of your panties.
“Hmm?” He urged you to continue, licking the already ruined fabric slowly.
“We’re dysfunctional, we’re so p-pent up with frustration and emotions.” You breathed out, leaning up to pull your shirt off. “It’s not healthy for either of us. This can’t continue unless we’re gonna talk about it.”
“You don’t want me to continue?” He pouted, hands pulling your underwear to the side.
“You’re not listening to me.” You seethed, his eyes locked onto your glistening cunt.
“I am.” He said, looking up at you with a soft smile. “And I don’t disagree with you. How about you let me eat your gorgeous pussy until you beg me to stop, and then you can be mad at me.”
Your stomach muscles tensed at his words, weighing your options. It took you very little time to eventually say, “Fuck, yeah, okay.” You conceded, leaning back into the pillows as his mouth made contact. Scott Miller ate pussy like he had never eaten before a day in his life. His head was buried between your thighs, his mouth sucking and licking every inch of you. You could barely catch your breath at the speed his tongue flicked against your clit.
“Fuck.” You breathed out, leaning down to run your hands through his hair. All he did was hum into you, the vibrations licking up your spine. “Need more.”
He didn’t hesitate in sliding two fingers into your sopping core, curling them in an upwards motion, making you mewl. “Is this better than your own fingers?” He mocked, truly unable to hold himself back. “Did you think about this every night you spread yourself open?”
A moan of his name escaped you, unable to form coherent words. “Answer me, sweetheart, and I’ll give you what you want.” He said, his tongue lapping against you in between words. You were so close, and he was dangling it in front of you. “Tell me or I’ll stop..”
“Please don’t please.” You begged, hips desperately grinding against him. “Nothing could compare. Can’t even stretch myself as big as your cock. Can’t even make myself cum.”
At your confession, he sucked your clit into his mouth, eating you out sloppily until your legs were shaking around his head. He refused to stop until you tapped out, your back arching each time you came around him. By the third time, you could barely breathe, pushing him away with ease. He came back up with your release dripping off of his chin, his blue eyes glossy.
“I’m going to do that every single day.” He promised, pulling your lips to his. You kissed him greedily, the taste of your release mixing with the hint of the cigarette you shared earlier. “You taste so fucking good.” He moaned into your mouth, his clothed body pressing against your nearly naked form.
“You’re wearing too many clothes.” You whine, hands lazily gripping his shirt. Clothes flew in each direction, and he nearly tripped out of his jeans while you threw your bra at him. Your tits bouncing as you plopped back down against the pillows. He was all but skipping back to the bed, mouth seeking yours.
His tongue explored every inch of your mouth while his hands finally got a hold of your tits, rolling your hardened buds in between his thumbs. His thick length pressed against your thigh, rubbing against you with each move of his hips.
“You gonna fuck me? Or make me beg?” You breathed out, nearly having to pry his mouth off of yours by his hair.
“Oh, I do love to see you beg.” His dimpled smile looked down at you, a look in his eyes you hadn't seen before until now. A look of admiration, his walls slowly crumbling around you.
“I love to see you beg,” You countered, wrapping your legs around his hips, his length settling against your sensitive core. “Which one of us is gonna cave first?”
“So competitive.” He tsked, his cock twitching against you. He reached down, rubbing his tip against your slick folds. He sucked in a deep breath when his tip caught on your entrance, your body sucking him in with a death grip.
“O-oh.” He let out a pornographic whimper, his body falling slack against yours. You pushed your hips forward a little, desperate for more of him. “Look, she’s begging for it. Missed her so much.”
“Are you referring to my pussy as she?” You giggled in between the breathy moans he was pulling out of you.
“Shut up.” He grumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he let himself slide deep inside you. Both of you were gripping each other tightly when your hips met. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the new angle, he was so deep inside you. The sound of his hips snapping into yours was music to your ears.
“I think I’m in love with you.” He stuttered out, his eyes closed, lost in the pleasure.
Unfortunately, you were unable to stay in your lust-filled haze like he was, eyes shooting open in shock. His face was calm, lost in the feeling of you squeezing around him. His hips began moving in deep, drawn-out strokes. The feeling nearly made you forget the panic that was rising up your throat.
“W-what?” You gasped, his eyes opening, matching your own panicked ones.
“You said you wanted to talk,” He grunted, fucking you through his words, “You infuriate me. From the moment I met you. You walked in, and you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, so smart you could run circles around me, and it made my chest hurt.”
His words made your eyebrows furrow, “So why be so mean to me?”
“I didn’t mean to at first. It was easier than letting you get close. It would be messy. Didn’t wanna ruin our work. Didn’t wanna ruin you,” He grunted, pressing a kiss to your sweaty collarbones, “And I'm such an asshole you should hate me. You shouldn’t even give me the light of day. But oh, thank god you are.”
Between his words and his hip movements, you were floating. “Scott, I don’t h-hate you. It hurt my feelings, yeah, but I was cruel back.”
“I’d let you ruin me completely. I don’t care.” He spoke like a prayer, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”
A deep thrust had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “Don’t wanna- oh my god right there- ruin you.” Your hands were digging desperately into his skin; you could pry your hands into his ribcage, and it wouldn’t be close enough.
“Can’t you see?” He grunted, “You already have.”
He quickened his movements, pressing his lips to yours once again. Swallowing every moan and whimper of his name that escaped your mouth.
“I’m yours. Completely. If you’ll have me. Even as the dysfunctional, asshole I am.” He whimpered, watching your face.
All you could do was nod, “Y-yes, god. I’ve always been yours, you dickhead.”
“Yeah, there’s my girl.” He laughed, reaching his hand down to rub fast circles to where you were connected, your high creeping up on you. “Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Can you be good and do that? Just one more?”
His praise was all it took to have you coming around him in a final shout, pulling his lips back onto yours. He fucked you through the bed, keeping you as close as possible when he finished. His hips stuttered messily before he collapsed onto your chest, both of you sweaty and breathless.
In the sweet afterglow, you couldn't stop yourself, “Did you have to confess your love for me balls deep inside me?”
“I couldn’t think of a better time.” He smiled lazily, meeting your eyes. Your hands running through his damp hair.
“I’m sure you couldn’t.” You sighed, content with your bodies tangled together. “So what does this mean?”
“Hopefully, it means you’ll let me take you out to dinner. Do things the right way.” He nuzzled into your skin, breathing you in. “It also means if Tyler ever goes near you again, I’ll have to kill him.”
You groaned, pushing his head playfully, barely nudging the man. “I only did it to stop thinking of you, if that makes you feel better.”
“You know what? It really does.” He laughed, “It really fucking does.”
