Can't Afford To Lose Another Second With You (Scömìche)

I'm Yours And You're Mine

A/N: Well this is a little different, it's a bit explicit so yeah, just mentioning it in case you're uncomfortable😊

Scott pushed me against the door, his breath going hot and heavy as he pressed kisses to my body, his hands roaming around every body part he could reach. Right now they were resting on my ass, pulling me closer to him and mine were thrown around his neck, trying to get his face as close to mine as possible - though, we already were basically as close as physically possible. 
I moaned into the kisses, running my fingers through the short blonde hair at his nape. My lips were already getting numb- but I didn't want us to stop making out. It was so good. 

Scott ran his fingers from my butt up my spine, then he started tugging at the waistband of my trunks, pulling them down slightly and slipping his hand into my underwear, gripping my butt and lifting me up. He pushed me against the wall, moaning into the kisses. 

He was still fully clothed and I thought it was a bit unfair, but at the same time it was hot as fuck. He carried me to my bed and lay me down, just breaking the kiss to finally pull off my underwear. 

"Fuck, you're so hot," he breathed, his hand on my chest, drawing patterns, making me shiver. He leaned down, running his tongue across my upper body, trailing kisses and lovebites and then nibbling on my nipples, making me jolt and moan.

"Goodness," I moaned. "Scott, fuck!" 

He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to my collarbone before he looked up at me, his blue eyes full of love and affection, his lips red. 

"Mitch?"
 
I blinked. "Huh?" My heart sped up, I wasn't ready to hear an apology or anything at all. But thankfully, that's not what he said. 

"I'd like to-" He looked down, blushing slightly, but he smiled. I relaxed, knowing that whatever it was, it couldn't be that bad.

"What, b-babe?" I suppressed a moan as Scott hovered his hand just above my needy, hard dick, barely touching it but still sending jolts of pleasure through my whole body. 

"I'd like to have sex with you," he said and my eyes widened. 

"What- like, right now?"

"Only if you want it, too," he bit his lip insecurely, but I nodded. 

"Yeah," I panted excitement spreading a warm feeling in my body as I started tugging at his shirt in an attempt to pull it off. He smirked when he noticed I couldn't properly reach him because he was pinning me down. 

I have wanted it for so long, I wanted this to be considered our first time because our actual first time had been quite fucked up. But it wasn't about that, now. It was about us, and we loved each other endlessly. This was a sign of our love for each other, of affection, and of complete devotion, and I was more than ready to do it. 

I reached back, opening the drawer and grabbing the small bottle and a small square pack and threw it onto the bed next to us. 

"Take off your clothes," I said, gesturing towards the too many layers of clothing on my boyfriend's body. He chuckled. 

"You're so impatient." He leaned down to kiss me. "And I love that." He stood up, slowly undressing himself, smirking at me the whole time. I bit my lip, watching him as he was basically putting on a show for me, sensually tugging down his jeans and then stripping his underwear, winking at me while doing so. 

"God," I gasped. "You're fucking hot." 

He chuckled and sat down on the bed, just looking at me lovingly. I whined, wanting him to hurry up because my needs were already quite physically obvious. Leaning down, he trailed affectionate kisses down my neck to my chest and down to my navel, making me shiver and suppress a moan. It didn't go unnoticed by Scott, though. He smiled.