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(Feel free to give me suggestions on what to write and i dont really mind if you criticize this since i feel like that would really help me)

Reader is male, shorter than Scott. The rest is up to you.

Scott was an asshole, definitely, he was an asshole when you two first met but now? He's still an asshole, but it's different now that you guys are together. The first few months of dating scott was a wreck, you didn't even know how you guys were still together after all that happened in that timeline of dating , but you guys made it work. And now you get to see a whole new side of Scott Miller, the sweet, funny, thoughtful, and more things that no one would even think about when they were to describe Scott Miller. But he was still a jerk to everyone except you and you have a problem with that.

It was a rainy afternoon, Scott was out storm chasing, or you thought he was until he barged in just now. He was drenched from the rain, water dripping from his frame down on to the freshly mopped wooden floors of the house. He looked pissed, which wasn't exactly new to you, but there was something diffrent about it now, something you couldn't put your finger on. "You better have a good reason on why you're ruining the floors i just mopped 5 minutes ago.."you say with a tone that had a hint of annoyance. "Don't you always have an umbrella or something? You're gonna catch a cold Scott.." God he was a sucker for being cared for. No one ever gave a damn about him, and now its his obsession, being cared and worried about from the love of his life. He thought he was the luckiest man ever. He was still standing in the doorway, still making a mess on the floor while you approach him with a towel in your hand. You steady your hand on his shoulder while you look up at him, removing his hat and letting his soaked curls fall down so you could pat his face and hair dry enough that its not dripping. After you're done you cup his jaw, rubbing your thumb on his cheeks softly. "Did something happen at work? You look... More pissed than usual." You say in a concerned tone that Scott swear's he could melt into.

"Its nothing..." he says while his head leans into your hand. "Just work... Well, everyone at work is horrible at doing their job. They dont listen! They are morons that can't even follow basic—"

You press your finger on his lips, cutting him off from his rant before saying; "I feel like theres more to it than just your coworkers being idiots. Were you perhaps a little.... mean?" Scott hears you emphasize the word 'mean' and he freezes for a second. You guys talked about how scott can be an asshole most of the time and he tried really hard not to be and you tried realy hard to help him. But whenever he tries to be nice he eventually becomes backhanded whenever he says something nice and its really obvious to the person he's talking to.

"But they were idiots! Bob broke one of the panels, and there's Rachel who somehow always screws everything up and its really impressive how she does it everytime! God they're so infuria—" He cuts himself off when he looks directly into your eyes.

"Scott, everyone makes mistakes every now and then, no ones perfect.." You say as you lower the hand on his shoulders, stopping at his waist giving it a soft squeeze that scott thinks could any sickness.

"But Rachel was—"

you cut him off again "No buts... Be more nice. You're lucky i love you.." You stand on your tippy toes as he leans in for a kiss, scott was a wonderful kisser, one of his many traits only you could've found out. Your tongues clash, as if fighting for their lives. Scotts hands were now roaming around your body as he deepens the kiss, only stopping to take a quick air break.

One way or another, you guys end up in bed, his clothes were still soaked from the rain but that doesn't stop him from grinding his hardness on the soft fabric of your sweatpants. He was surprised how good you were fighting back, its not like didn't like it but there was something else to it and he decided to let you take lead, though he doesn't know that hes gonna regret it later. "You only get what i give you, nothing less nothing more. Understand?" You say in that commanding tone that could be an aphrodisiac to him.

"I understand." he says while still grinding his hardness against yours.

"ah ah ah. What did i tell you..?" he whines when he forces himself to stop and you snicker. Straddling him on his long legs, grabbing the lube from the nightstand at the same time, removing your sweatpants to reveal the boxers you had underneath, along with your hardness from the tension from earlier. You hastily unbutton his pants, your hand going under his boxer briefs to grip his shaft. Pulling the hardness out fully, you stroke it a couple of times before stopping to pour lube on the long genitalia. He shudders from the coldness of the lube, making you smile softly.

"Fuck... You're gonna be the death of me.." He says groaning as you stroke his cock in long slow strokes just to tease him. He gets impatient, bucking his hips to thrust harder. You squeeze his shaft stopping any pleasure while you pinning his hips to the bed with your other hand.

"You're being impatient, what did i tell you about getting only what i give?" he shudders as a reply, whining too when there's no more pleasure. He arches his back when you suddenly stroke him rough and fast, knowing hes close i dont stop yet.

"Hey Hey... Im getting close.." he groans but you keep going, strokes getting more intense as he nears releases relatively fast because its been a while since you 2 had any action. You know hes almost there when he gets more loud, whining and groaning from the pleasure. "oh god im gonna..*Im about to—*" before he could fall off the edge, you remove your hand from his hardness, he was so close, but you needed to teach him a *lesson* "What— k-keep going.." he whimpers, thrusting his hips upwards but theres nothing to grind against except the cold air of your shared room. "No No.. Please dont stop.." scott was whining, writhing from the release you took away from him.

"You need to be taught a lesson, try being more nice and I'll see if you deserve to get off the edge.." you say darkly, your words left no room for negotiation and scott shivered, there was nothing he could do but take whatever you gave and nothing else.

After a few seconds, you start slowly stroking him again, you remove your boxers exposing your own hardness to the cold air of the room. You squirt more lube on his cock and your fingers, putting in 2 digits in your own hole, you prepped yourself in the bathroom before he could come home so it was easy coating your hole in lube and getting yourself ready.

"Did you prep yourself while i was gone..?" He asked like he could pass out from the thought. "knew it was your day off tommorow..." you say before circling his tip on your rim, not passing through it yet just to tease him. You did that a couple of times before finally passing through the tight muscle. Both of you groan when you take him in all at once, it was an impressive feat of yours since he was definitely not small. You dont move for while, just grinding on it for what he thought was too long.

"You can move.. You know that, righhhht—" His last word came out as a moan as you start to suddenly ride him, you started off with a fast pace so he was caught off gaurd. "Fuck..! Oh my god... You're.. so warm.. Tight.." He says groaning, raising a forearm to cover his eyes, the feeling already too much and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge again.

"Yeah... Fuck me real good..." You utter as he becomes a whining mess. He knows that he couldn't warn you that he was coming even if he wanted to, but you already knew he was close. You continue with the pace, not stopping. Only when hes right at the tip of the edge, ready to get off is when you stop your movement.

He cried out loud whine that almost sounds like a whimper, as he gets deprived of the thing hes chasing the most. "W-Wait what are you — keep going..!" He begged, trying to thrust his hips forward, but from your body weight or the fact that hes as sensitive as an exposed nerve ending, he can't manage to do it and he is fucking mortified.

"You haven't been good, that means you don't get to come yet. Remember, you only get what i give you.." the pathetic groan is the only response you get out of him, and you smiled from it. "You'll be good for me, right scott..?" you ask as you run your hand under his still wet polo that stuck to his skin.

He almost jumps from your words, only wanting to be the best for you his lover as he nods furiously. "Yes— fuck, yes I'll, I'll be good— please, I'll do anything." He pleaded, his hands lost as he grips both hands on either side of your hips.

You grin as you remove the hand under his shirt, now resting on his chest as you start to move again. He squirmed from the sheer sensitivity, even tho you were going as slow and steady, making the pleasure last because you knew you wouldn't last anymore. "Fuck... You're so big scott.." You moan, now both hands on his chest using it for leverage as you pick up the pace.

He was a writhing and whimpering mess now, only letting out whimpers and groans when you praised him. God you were like a pill he can't stop taking, Scott knew when you were close. Both of you were running out breath and you were getting sloppy.

"Fuck you feel so good Scott— Only you could make me feel this good.." Both of you were now a mess, his hands snaked to your deprived length and you stuttered out praises. "Scott.. You'll be good right? Tell— Tell me you'll be good..." You stuttered, he could barely even respond to you before he goes;

"I-I will, I'll be good— p-please don't stop! I-Im so—" You cut him off with a particularly harsh bounce that he stopped talking and kept writhing in pleasure.

His hands on your length wouldn't stop even if you forced him to, his grip wasn't hard enough to cut circulation but hard enough that you coudnt even pull him off even if you tried really hard. "Fuck, that's right...— You'll be good..." You continued with the harsh pace as he kept pumping your length like it was the end of the world. "Fuck Scott.. Im coming... come with me.. Fuck don't stop.." you stammered as both of you fall off the edge at the same time. The feeling was incredible, you kept going as he came, squirting hot come inside your hole. The overstimulation was deathly as he layed down, his hands dont stop pumping your length though. Your come splatted out so some hit his face and he looked delicious. You both stop as the feeling came to an end, both of you panting and out of breath as you slowly pull his length out of your hole with a pop and laying down next to his side.

"You'll be more nice to your colleagues now right..?" You mutter as if both of you weren't having the best time of your lives.