becca

It was Friday. Fridays meant date night. Staying at home watching movies , going out for dinner , literally anything you wanted. He INSISTS. You choose. And you are absolutely not spending a penny.

You pulled on a sweet black dress that has spaghetti straps either side , the pleated skirt flowing perfectly as you sway your hips. Scott walks in looking at you. He's wearing jeans and a smart shirt where his muscles are bulging out. The top buttons undone. A jacket in his hand that he knows damn well you're gonna wind up needing. His cologne strong and his gum chewing not halting.

"Oh fuck me... look at my beautiful wife! Holy shit!" He walks over cupping your face and pressing a few kisses to your lips. Each one deeper than the last the taste of his spearmint gum lingering. You giggle playfully pushing him away and shaking your head at him. "You look good baby!" You beamed and watched his grin grow.

"If you keep hyping me up baby we're not going anywhere. You know I love you boosting my ego!" He pushes a curl behind your ear and smiles softly.

"Your ego doesn't need any more of a boost." You playfully roll your eyes at him and grab the house keys ready to lock the door as you step out.

"You're so mean today.. " He playfully pats your ass and watches you lock the door.

You made your way to the bar and he keeps an arm around your waist with such pride. He loved showing off how pretty his wife was. He ordered himself a beer and you your favourite drink, he didn't even look at the price.

"Whatever my sweetheart wants yeah?"

It had been a few drinks later and Scott leans down his lips near your ear.

"You wanna sit in the outside booths baby? Get some fresh air" He rubs your back gently tilting his head waiting for you to reply.

"Mhm! I'd like that!" You beam and he kisses your cheek gently leading you outside his hand on your back. The cold air ans the combination of the alcohol hits you fast. You find a little booth sitting down on the chair and look at him.

"Shit baby...I just gotta go to the men's room.. are you gonna be okay for two minutes?" He groans. He hates leaving you on your own in public. He leans down to kiss your cheek and he sighs.

"Yeah I'm fine baby!" You reassure him and he slings his jacket over you shoulder pressing a kiss to your cheek and walking away to the toilets.

All seems to be well.

Until a group of men approach you with an evil grin , one of them with blonde hair places a hand on your shoulder. Making you shudder and scoot away.

"Who are you here with pretty girl?" His voice was sickening.

"My husband!" You answered quickly.

"Sure you are sweetheart you're fucking hot.." Scott clears his throat and you instantly sigh in relief seeing him and go to stand by him. He instantly wraps an arm around you and leans his head down pulling out his credit card.

"Could you be an absolute dear and go buy me a beer baby? Buy yourself whatever you want! Heck by the whole bar a round if you want." He coos kissing the top of your head.

"Okay baby!" You beam at him walking off. He immediately turns his attention to the guy from before.

"Can I help you guys ?" He says trying to be polite and the guy grins. "Dude we were just saying your girl is hot." Scott lets out a dangerous chuckle lifting his hand to point at his wedding ring.

"She's my wife. I think she told you that. Have a bit of respect" The guy lets out a laugh shaking his head.

"What the fuck are you gonna do buddy?" He pushes , his friends suddenly realise who they're dealing with. Giving their friend a warning glare.

"Do you have any idea who I fucking am?" Scott takes a step forward.

The guy shakes his head with a smug grin on his face. Before Scott can help himself. His fist plummets into the guys nose with a sickening crunch. His head throwing back ; Scott yanks the guys hand shaking it firmly. Hard enough to break it if he wanted to.

"Scott miller. Boxing champion" The poor guy looked like he wanted to cry as blood gushes out of his nose . Scott grins again grabbing a napkin and squeezing the guys nose with it making him squeal.

"Now. What's gonna happen is you're not gonna press charges. My wife is gonna come back and you're gonna say sorry…you don’t fucking touch her. Got that?" Scott coos tauntingly.  The guys friends had already left in fear.

"Answer me. Do you understand?"Scott spits. The guy nods and he hears the doors open. You come out with a beer and a pretty purple cocktail when you see a guy with a bloody nose stood by Scott. The same one who hit on you.

"Hi baby!! I made a friend" Scott slings his arm over the guy ruffling his hair with the other hand. "Oh... uhm. Hi again" You smile weakly.

"He's got something to say .. don't you buddy!" The guy looks up at you his voice shaky and nose bleeding through the napkin.

"I'm real sorry Miss !" He stutters and Scott pats him on the back as patronising as he possibly could.

"Uhm... it's okay!" You politely smile and he bolted straight out the exit. You immediately raise an eyebrow at Scott. He sits down with a grin.

"Baby what have I told you about making people cry!" You pass him his beer and he pats the space next to him on the bench.

You sigh joining him and he avoids the question completely.

"Have I told you how pretty you are?" He grins smoothly sipping his beer and you roll your eyes swatting his arm.

"Yes baby.. many times..." You sip your own drink and he looks over.

"Did he hurt you?" He wraps an arm around you still really concerned.

"No he was just gross and made me a little uncomfortable! Like hello!! I'm married!." You sigh tapping your nails on the table heart still racing.

"Then he deserved it! I know violence isn't the answer. Blah blah you can scold me later! Just let me enjoy my Friday with my wife!" He presses a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Smooth talker!" You shake your head pecking his lips again that familiar warmth returning. He points your cocktail and tilts his head.

"Can I try? I'm curious!" You nod sliding the drink over and he takes a sip looking at you his eyes twinkling. You quickly snap a picture of your oh so scary big muscled husband with the cute cocktail glass.

"You're onto something baby.." He coos sipping his own drink. A few drinks later and you're both tired. He helps you up as always and he slings your handbag over his shoulder before holding his hand out with a grabbing motion. You grab it. His large hand engulfing yours with the biggest grin on his face and leads you away from the bar.

"Now what do you say we go home and watch some terrible shit on the tv... I'm pretty sure we have a bottle of wine?" He swings your arm slightly.

"You know for someone who just made a grown man cry you're a softie aren't you?" You tease him with a gentle laugh and he lets out a dramatic huff.

"God forbid a man's hobby is loving his wife!"

Oh how he treasured you.

I’m in a really bad Scott miller boxer era okay ?? He’s the scariest man on this earth until it comes to his wife

THANK YOU AS ALWAYS

💋This man has taught himself to write with his other hand. You work with him. You’re gonna recognise his handwriting. Not with his other hand though.

💋He knows you’re a deep sleeper. Sometimes he just likes to watch you sleep… maybe he’ll get up and make himself a sandwich in your kitchen. Don’t worry baby! He’s gonna clean up after himself !! And maybe steal a pair of your underwear for later.

💋He’s normally a dry texter. Not on his burner phone. He got that just for you. If you don’t reply to one message he’ll message again. Please don’t ignore him:(

💋He loves loves watching you touch yourself. It’s not exactly his fault. You left your curtains open slightly. Maybe he’ll even film it for himself for later to jerk off over.

💋He once saw you hooking up with someone, waited until he left and you were asleep.. Stole your phone and messaged him … that you’re not ready for “no strings” and that you don’t wanna see him anymore. That guy’s not good for you baby… he is !

💋Uh oh… he’s upset you. Flowers at your door!! A gift card to your favourite place. He’s sorry oh he so sorry. Please take his money… not enough? Take some more. Go on. Please….

💋He kinda likes seeing you scared. You look like a lost little deer. But you come to him at work? He’s gonna hold you. Tell you it’s going to be okay. Nothing going to hurt you if he’s around. Even if he’s the one doing it all. His intentions aren’t to hurt you. He’s achingly hard over comforting you while you talk about it.

💋He’s a completely different person at work. Stern but sweet. He’s your superior so you can’t get away with everything! But you’re learning. You trust him. … how silly. He’s older than you by five years. You’re 25. He’s 30.

💋He knows your routine. Better than you do in fact. Where you are. What you’re doing. When you’re doing it. The exact shower gel you use. What you’re allergic to.

💋He once saw you napping at work on the way back from a chase in the van, He abused his privileges using the storm par cameras to take a photo of you. Sent it to himself after downloading and deleted it. Swore to himself he would never do it again.

💋He could just ask you out. But that’s too much. He’s not ready for that conversation. Loving you from afar is more than enough for him for now.

💋You had a work night out with the storm par team? That’s okay!!🤗. He’s gonna walk you home. And keep you safe from that big scary man making your life hell. No girl should walk alone when they have a stalker right? He’ll drop a message on his burner phone. “Did you get home okay?? Who’s that guy you were with?”While you’re messaging his normal phone number thanking him for being such a gentleman. 🥰But now you’re scared that it’s gonna impact your work life. More reason for him to comfort you.

💋Takes advantage of the fact that everyone at storm par has life360 for safety reasons. He knows where your friends are. Knows when a house is unrecognisable. Who the fuck are you with?

💋Yknow know he loves you right? … right?.. RIGHT?? that’s okay. He’ll show you 🥰🫶

More coming soon???

*cricket chirps*

Uhm. HI:)) first time writing something a little darker ?? I think I’m gonna do this as a mini series like rockstar clark where it’s mini stories but it all links in?

I AM EXCITED AS ALWAYS

Lmk what you think!! And thank you as always

- chlo

Proud of Scott was an understatement. Your husband had put so much work into where he is now. All the training. All the hours he put in but still made time for you. Tonight was the biggest night of his life. Well. Apart from your wedding night. But still. You knew how important this was.

You were in the vip section wearing a cute skirt and a shirt with his name on waiting for him to come out. He was due out in 10 minutes. Then your phone is frantically buzzing.

You raise an eyebrow and pull it out , the contact name brings up Scott and you answer it quickly putting the phone to your ear.

"Hey what's up baby?" You ask sweetly and he sounds desperate. Needy almost.

"Uh.. can you come in the changing rooms please.. I .. need to see you super fast" He huffs out and you were a little confused.

"Baby I can't come back there.." you sigh and he huffs gently. "Course you are. The security guards know who you are, other dude is in a different room... need to see my wife. Please?" He blurts out and you sigh.

"Okay.. see you in a minute baby" He thanks you rapidly before you hang up and start walking to the changing rooms with the vip pass around your neck. Of course just like Scott said they smile at you and step aside letting you walk in.

You walked down the hall and into a room opening the door. And there he was. Your husband built like a fucking tank. Shirtless and his muscles bulging.

A soft fabric wrapped around his hands.

"Oh good you're here!" He grins grabbing your face and kissing you desperately gently pushing you against the lockers. You kiss back before pulling away.

"Are you okay? Are you worried Scott?" You raise an eyebrow worried and he lets out a playful scoff.

"About what? Losing? Oh baby you're cute. I just wanted to see my wife before I fuckin win.. need that extra luck." He holds your waist as he pushes his hips against you. You can feel how hard he is rutting his erection against you.

"Luck? Is that what we're calling it now miller?" You raise an eyebrow at him. He wasn't slick at all. But still your arms slung around his neck and stood on your tiptoes. He over a foot and a half taller than you so he grins scooping you up holding you up against the wall. He drops his shorts letting his hard dick spring out and looks at you again.

"Tomato tomata! Let me love on my wife" He kisses you deeply again. This time his tongue sliding into your mouth , the mintyness lingering , you whine into his mouth kissing him back with the same energy hands gliding in his hair and wrapping your legs around him. He reaches down with his other hand pushing your skirt up and pushing the thong aside with his oozing tip and sinking into your wet pussy desperately all the way to your hilt.

"Oh fucking hell..oh you're perfect baby" He's still holding you with one arm fucking up into you and you moan softly eyes rolling back from the stretch alone.

"Fuck scott... you look so fucking good" You whine feeling him pick a brutal fast pace hips smacking against yours as he fucks you against the lockers.

"Look at you. Wearing a fuckin shirt with my name on it. My number one fan arent ya? Huh? Fucking your husband before he's gonna win?" He groans nipping at your neck and pulling back to look at you.

"Yes! You're gonna win Scott. Gonna be the champion!" You whine clamping around his dick feeling him deep in your walls and his tip hitting your spot making your eyes roll back.

He groans louder hips relentlessly fucking up harder.

"Yeah ? Am I your fuckin champion ?" He kisses you again reaching a hand down to rub your clit grinning as you whine into his mouth.

"My champion Scott.. gonna win.." He drops his hand from your clit to wrap both arms around you fucking you deeper and jackhammering into your pussy and kissing you more harshly. And you were loving every second of it.

His arms were tight around you. He could break you in half if he really tried. The banging of the lockers echoed loudly and luckily music was playing loudly in the main arena.

"Fuck baby.. I'm gonna cum.. can I cum inside you? Wanna stuff you with my fucking cum. Want you in that front row full of it." He was hammering into your dripping pussy like his life depends on it.

Like his title depends on it.

You nod reaching your own high screeching loudly and clamping around him soaking his dick. He lets out a whimpered groan his dick coming undone and leaking his thick warm cum into your unprotected pussy. He grunts rutting load after load deeper into you.

You were definitely going to the pharmacy in the morning.

"Shit... thank you baby" He pulls out and kisses you softly lowering you to the ground onto your feet and fixes your thong. He tucks himself away and you smile at him lovingly.

He pulls on his boxing gloves and holds them out for you to kiss. This was traditional and not up for debate.

You giggle gently pressing a kiss to each of his gloves and peck his lips. He pats your ass with one of them.

"Go on. Get out there. I'll see you in a minute baby!"

You nod walking towards the door. But not before turning back around to look at him.

"Good luck baby!" You beam and he crosses his arms.

"I don't need it. I have a wife" Oh how he fucking loved you.

You made your way back out to the arena front row right in front of the ring , your pussy warm and stuffed with his cum. So when they made the announcements he came out onto stage blowing a huge kiss to you before the match began.

It terrified you to your core watching him fight. At the same time it was a crazy adrenaline rush. The fight began and you watched your husband plummeting punches into the other guy. Blood spluttering everywhere, he dodged a few punches and took a few making his lip bust.

He wasn't giving up. He was going to fucking win for you. His wife.

Scott had already won two rounds.

His punches and jabs are more frequent as he grunts manoeuvring around the ring. The other guy didn't stand a chance getting hit everywhere. The sickening cracks fill the room. Scott throw an uppercut punch straight into the guys chin sending him flying and hitting the ground.

The referee counts to three before the final bell rings and the crowd erupt into cheers. You had tears rolling down your face. He doesn't even bother accepting the belt at first he leans over the ring gesturing you to come over.

The security lead you over and help you into the ring. The crowd cheers louder and he kisses you deeply in front of everyone before grabbing the belt and passing it to you.

He kneels down slightly scooping you up so you're perched on his thick bicep and he chuckles. "Show it off baby..go on" You thrust the belt into the air and the crowd is screaming and cheering. He thrusts his other fist into the air. He looks up. But Scott isn't looking at the belt.. or the crowd. He's looking at you.

“YOUR NEW BOXING CHAMPION ! SCOTT MILLER!” The announcer yells. He helps you down onto the ground before going over to Shake the other guys hand gracefully. He was humble like that. Mostly.

He chuckles pulling you back into his side and kissing the top of your head leading you off the ring helping you out. He’s guiding you back to the changing room but shaking people’s hand as he’s walking down. He finally leans over to whisper in your ear.

“So how does it feel to fuck a champion baby?” He grins slinging the belt over his shoulder with pride.

“You always were a champion in my eyes Scott.” You beam at him sweetly and the grin on his face gets even bigger dragging you back into the changing room. You could still feel his cum oozing inside you

“And that sweetheart is exactly why I married you!”

SURPRISE !!

Okay hi hello! WHAT DO WE THINK !

I would let this man fight me (in bed)

THANK YOU AS ALWAYS FOR READING

The one thing about Scott was you were his priority. He would tell everyone else it's his job. He loves being a meteorologist but in reality? It's you.  You. Work. You.

He hated your job. He hates how miserable it makes you. How crappy you were treated. Heck he loved that you made money. But you were worth so much more.

He knew that. You knew that. You were way too sweet and stubborn to do anything about it.

You were in the kitchen chopping some strawberries, the sweet smell lingering in the air, when you could hear the door open and close followed by the clanking of the keys in the bowl and boots being kicked off.

Two arms wrap around your waist and you can smell the rain and his spearmint gum. You spin around and he wastes no time leaning in for a kiss , A soft giggle leaving your lips as you cup his face and stand on your tiptoes , the taste of his spearmint gum lingering as he slowly glides his tongue against yours pushing you against the counter before pulling away.

"There's my fuckin girl!" He grins snapping and chewing on his gum. He looks at how you're wearing a sweet plaid short dress and grins.

"Did you have a good day at work honey?" You always lit up around him. And he did the same for you which was ironic because he was a prick to everyone. You grab a strawberry taking a bite. His eyes don't leave your mouth.

"Always a good day baby , what about you, people been nice to my girl or do I gotta start a fucking riot?" He chuckles lightly mostly joking. But he's serious. He walks over to get himself a glass of water.

"Uhmm... a few rude people, Boss was being a dick. He wants to cut my hours." You shrug and he turns to you his jaw clenching. The gum chewing slowed and he reached over spitting his gum into the bin taking a gulp of his water and placing the glass down on the counter.

He comes over popping a strawberry into his mouth and scooping you up by your waist and placing you on the counter standing between your legs. The smell of the rain and his cologne lingered strongly.

"Baby you know I'm real fuckin proud of you n all..but why do you stay at that shitty job! Just leave ..." He sighs his hands bracing either side of you on the counter.

"I can't" You frown softly and he tilts his head again.

“Why the fuck not baby?” His hand was rubbing your thigh gently.

“How am gonna pay rent !I need a job to pay rent and” He puts a finger over your lips tutting softly.

“Now what the fuck do I keep saying.. you don’t have to pay rent. That’s what I’m here for. My money is fucking yours.”

“But Scott!” You whine and he makes an “ah ah!” Noise. “Now repeat what I said.” He lifts his hand brushing his thumb across your lower lip. He pushes his hips further between your legs. He was getting disgustingly hard over the idea of providing for you. You weren’t any better. The way he was talking to caused a warm sensation between your legs.

“Your money is mine..” You repeat looking at him watching his grin grow further.

“Say it again..” He grabs at your thighs rocking you against his hard clothed dick making you gasp softly.

“Your money is mine Scott..” The second it leaves your mouth a second time he slams his lips against yours , the intoxicating taste of spearmint gum and strawberries lingers as he drags his tongue Against yours essentially dry humping you against the kitchen counter. You whine into his mouth and he chuckles pulling away.

“My girls getting wet because her man can fucking provide.” You desperately shove your shorts down and another proud chuckle leaves his mouth.

“Fuckin desperate for it!” He unbuckles his belt shoving his cargo pants down along with his boxers , his dick semi hard and he carefully pushes your legs apart , your skirt hiking up, pushing into your dripping wet pussy making you bite your lip slowly.

“You’re a mess baby..” He slowly ruts his hips and you feel his dick grow even harder inside you making you clench your eyes shut.

“Feel that? That’s because I’m thinking about my girl staying at home while I bring money home for her to fucking ruin.” You gasp wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer.

“Feels so good” You coo softly and he chuckles leaning in to kiss you as he grabs your ass pulling you closer so he can fuck his hips deeper into you , every time he slams his hips into you , your head hits the cabinet making you shriek into his mouth, he reaches one hand up cupping the back of your head to stop your head from bashing it.

“Sorry honey..” He grins against your lips his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass leaving marks as he fucks you harder. His dick rutting deeply into your wet gummy walls. But your head kept bashing against the cabinet. He lifts you up without pulling out carrying you to the front room.

He pulls out and bends you over the sofa making your ass arch up beautifully. He slams back into your dripping aching pussy making you gasp louder from the angle alone.

He grabs your hips and starts a deep pace making you feel him deep in your stomach.

“Do you hate your job baby?” He coos not easing up with the thrusts, in fact he made sure he was fucking you deep into the sofa.

“Y..yeah” You whimpered reduced to a mess in no time bent over a fucking sofa your skirt hiked all up way up.

“So quit. Let me look after you” He coos slapping your ass. You moan louder.

“I mean it baby.. if my girl wants to stay at home all day. She can fucking stay at home all day!” Another smack as he pulls your hands behind your back as leverage slamming deeper than before. Your eyes rolled back and you were making the most pornographic noises ever. He was absolutely relentless.

“If my girl wants to keep her job. Fine. If my girl wants to stay home and make cookies or watch shitty documentaries. She can” A harsher smack on your ass and you were leaking all the way down your legs and whining , tears rolling.

“Wanna come home to my pretty wife after a long day of work..” He was groaning loudly and reached his hand over to yank your hair back slightly.

“Baby I’m not your wife yet.” You just about managed to spit the words out. A deep chuckle fills the room and his voice is taunting yet sweet.

“I’m working on it baby, you gonna be a big girl and quit your fucking job?” He coos and lets go of your hair pulls your head back slightly.

“You wanna be Mrs miller, my pretty fucking house wife huh?” His thrusts become punishing and you whimper and whine around him. It’s utterly destroying him.

“Mhmm” Is all you can spit out and he’s chuckling all smug. “You wanna be a mum? Is that what you want. I’ll make you a mum.. I’ll make you one right fucking now. Get your belly all fucking swollen.” He groans louder and you weren’t lasting any longer.

Of course he wasn’t going to get you pregnant. Not right now anyway. He reaches over to rub at your clit in fast deep circles.

“Whatever my slutty baby wants. I’ll fucking provide. Want you to burn a fucking hole in my Wallet. Make my pockets fucking hurt.” You sob outa head going fuzzy as you can feel your impending orgasm.

“Scott I’m-“ You whimper.

“Let go for me baby .. I’ll pull out” He coos and you sob out shaking from the angle as you cum hard on his dick. The sensation almost made him lose control but as he promised he pulls out spluttering hot ropes of cum onto your ass groaning loudly.

“Holy shit baby!” He groans louder and you gasp catching your breath. He stands back for a second before walking into the kitchen to grab a strawberry and comes back dragging it along your back dragging the cum.

He traces his initials into the cum making it stand out on your ass before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your overstimulated pussy. You let out a sob and he coos pulling his own pants on.

“Whatever my baby wants.” He coos cleaning you and helping you put the shorts on fixing your dress and sits you up placing the cum covered strawberry into your mouth.

He pulls you into his side kissing the top of your head.

“I’m proud of you whatever you wanna do honey.. I just wanna make sure my girl is well looked after” He strokes your back sweetly.

“I know I know.. I’ll quit… it’s a bad job” you nod at him and he grins more.

“Atta girl.. there’s better opportunities out there.”

“I could work from home…” You smile at him suggesting the idea and he feels like he’s won this one.

“You know what.. that works for us both honey..still .. you better burn a hole in my wallet. He smiles pecking your lips softly.

“If I must…. Okay fine.” You huff softly curling into his side and he smiles even more.

“Do you wanna get takeaway?” He coos again.

“Are you paying?” You playfully taunt him back.

“ATTA GIRL! She’s learning”

HI. SLUTTY SCOTT IS BACK. THIS WAS NASTY

I got carried away 🤗🤗but I would happily quit my job for this man

As always Ty for reading!!!