Viners & Youtubers

Little Things... (Part 1) [ScottySire]

Scott always made Y/N feel like a toy; a sex toy. She was shy and quiet and preferred not to talk a lot; just go with the flow. Scott did hurt her; physically and emotionally. He'd leave her to be by herself all the time; coming in late at night and leaving early in the morning. Y/N did want to leave, but how would her unstable heart stop loving this man when she knew he didn't love her back; or so she thought.

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Scott's eyes woke up to the dark and he did not know why he woke up, but he knew he wouldn't be going back to sleep anytime soon. He picked up his phone and turned it on. The light illuminated the room. The time was around 2:30 AM. He was surprised to be awake at this hour. He put his phone back on the bedside table and turned his body to face Y/N. He watched her sleep in bliss. He thought to himself "maybe, this is the only time, her mind must actually be in peace", and Scott was right. It was that time of the whole day when she'd forgotten about all her problems and worries and just blissfully dreamt of the better things she'd always wanted.

Scott watched her sleep. She wasn't wearing any clothes. Her hands were resting under her head and she was facing him in her sleep. He knew he didn't love her, nonetheless, he surely admired her beauty and the kind of a person she was. No doubt, there were many other beautiful woman in the world, however he didn't care about them. He watched her sleep and he knew it was a weird thing to do, yet he liked how peaceful she looked at that moment, like he could watch her forever. Y/N shifted in her sleep and turned around to face her naked back to him. Scott didn't understand what came over him, and he found himself coming closer to Y/N, cuddling her from the behind and he knew at the moment, he was at peace with himself. He smelt her hair and loved how heavenly she smelled. He knew he was starting to feel tired again and he let his eyelids shut and sleep take over him.

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Y/N opened her eyes to the bright sunlight coming in through the windows. She checked the bedside clock and it was 9:00 AM. She stretched to feel the other side to have realized, it was empty...as usual. It was the same every morning as it had been for a bit over 3 months. "Why do you still expect him to stay? He doesn't want to "actually" be with you. You're just his sex toy. He only comes here to fuck you" her subconscious scolded her and she had no way to deny the ugly truth.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and got out of bed. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed "look at you, you have nothing that could please him anyway" her subconscious snarled at her once more. She tried to ignore her and grabbed a sweater from the floor. Y/N made her way to her kitchen, trying to get ready for the usual, boring day. As she made her way to the kitchen, she walked in on a shirtless Scott by the stove, with his 'just-fucked' hair. He looked sexy. Y/N stood by the doorway, watching him gracefully make his way around her kitchen. Scott turned around and smiled her way, "Good morning, Miss Sleepy Head" he said to her. Scott placed two mugs on the counter top, "I know you love your coffee first thing in the morning" he said, pulling out a chair for her to sit down on. "Oh! That looks very sexy on you by the way." Scott said looking at her. Y/N looked down and noticed she was wearing his jumper. She hugged herself tighter and walked towards the counter top. She grabbed a chair and slowly sipped her piping coffee. Scott watched her take every sip. He noticed how her skin glowed in the morning sunshine. "You just noticed, idiot!" his inner voice spoke to him, and it was right. Had Scott just begun to notice Y/N's beauty? Scott moved his free hand to caress Y/N's delicate cheeks, but as contact was made Y/N stiffened and moved her face away from his touch. "You scared her, stupid!" Scott's inner voice scolded him again. He realized he had hurt Y/N before, yet he suddenly hated himself for making her scared of him. Scott placed both his hands on Y/N's face, holding her face and this time she didn't flinch; she was scared of the outcome. Scott moved Y/N's face so she was facing him, but she refused to look into his eyes. Scott caressed Y/N's cheeks gently with his thumb. "Did I hurt you a lot, last night?" Scott asked trying to get Y/N to say something. She didn't respond. "Do you really care?" Y/N's subconscious wanted to ask him.