Scomiche One Shots

Brat*

subby scott and a femme-dom mitch!

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They've got a park right by their house and it's one of Scott's favorite places to visit. He's a social butterfly, meets new people every time and drags Mitch along with him because he's always convinced it isn't the same without Mitch by his side.

And that's how they're stuck for two hours outside in the sunny park. Mitch sits on one of the shaded park benches, watches as Scott talks to a woman and pets her dog. The girl had been sitting in the grass, her pretty puppy sat near her knee and playing with a stick. Of course, Scott had told Mitch how he absolutely needed to say hello to the adorable dog.

Scott chats with the woman, pets her friendly puppy, for about half an hour, when Mitch is really starting to feel the heat. The humidity in the air threatens to destroy his hair, and he is ready to go home. His tolerance for people isn't anything compared to Scott, and he's tired of being around people who aren't his boyfriend.

He pushes himself off the bench and makes his way over to Scott, nudges him where he sits on the grass. The woman greets him and Scott smiles up at him. "I think we should get home, Scotty."

They get home and Mitch starts dinner. Scott seems... whiny. He'd pouted and grumbled throughout the night, wanted mashed potatoes instead of rice, green beans instead of peas. It honestly almost has Mitch pulling his hair out, how childish Scott is being - how bratty.

"Mitch," he huffs, fusses with the blanket he's trying to wrap around himself. "Can we please watch something else?"

Mitch frowns, is suddenly standing up and turning off the television.

"No."

"What?"

"I said no. You've been - you're being so-"

"Bad?" Scott smirks, peers up at Mitch through pretty pale lashes with faux-innocence. "Gonna' do something about it?"

And then it all clicks in Mitch's head; Scott's bratty behavior is intentional.

"Yeah," Mitch swallows. "Stand up."

Scott bites his lip, kicks the blanket off him and rises from the couch. He's taller than Mitch, now, and it makes Mitch's act waiver for a moment, but he demands Scott go to their bedroom, follows behind his bratty boy.

"Strip, Scotty." He says, settles himself on the bed. "Then I want you over my lap."

"Gonna' punish me?"

Mitch nods, swallows the bit of nervousness tickling his throat. They've played like this before, but it's normally Mitch on the receiving end of the spanks. The few times Mitch has spanked Scott's cute little ass, he was filled with nerves, and it doesn't seem to be any different this time, either.

"Yes, now strip."

Scott eagerly pulls off his clothes, folds them and places them on top of their crowded dresser. He gets into position over Mitch's lap, his long body laying over him. He seems smaller like this and it helps ease Mitch into the proper headspace. "Spanks? How many?"

Mitch palms Scott's bottom, his fingers pressing into the soft globes. "Not sure yet. Maybe I'll just keep spanking you until you're begging me to stop, until this cute little butt is all red."

Scott whines, wiggles a bit as Mitch teases a finger down his crack. "Oh, please, Miss."

"Safewords, baby?" Mitch speaks quietly, watches as Scott settles his head on his hand.

"Yellow and red," he mumbles, his voice muffled as he turns his head away. Then, even quieter, "promise you're good, Mitchy? I know you're not used to this, and it always gets you a little nervous."

Mitch nods, smiles. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to Scott's bare shoulder blade. He takes a steadying breath, feels more confident after checking in with Scott.

"We'll start with ten, and you'll be a good boy, won't you? Count each one?"

"Y-yes," he whispers.

Mitch pulls his hand back before bringing it down on Scott's bottom sharply. There's a dull sting in Mitch's hand already and the loud smack has his cock stirring. Scott lets out a loud gasp, his hips moving involuntarily as he croaks out a throaty, "one, Miss. Thank you."

He spanks him quickly in succession, delighting in the quiet noises he elicits from Scott. Each slap to his bottom is met with a thank you, and Mitch is beginning to love the shade that his lover's little ass is turning.

When they get to ten, Scott is panting and squirming in Mitch's lap. Mitch feels Scott's cock pressing against his thigh, leaving a damp spot on his pants. "You're being such a good boy," Mitch soothes, palming the red flesh of Scott's bottom.

"Thank you, Miss. P-please, more."

"Only if you can be good - stop rutting against my thigh, angel."

"Yes, Miss, I can - will be so good," he says quickly. Mitch knows he's dropped deep, his tone quiet and needy.

"Good boy." Mitch smacks Scott's bottom, leaving bright red hand prints. He kneads the pretty flesh when he's at twenty and runs his hand up Scott's spine. He cups Scott's scruffy jaw, tilting his head until he's able to look into his blissed-out blue eyes. He smiles softly, rubbing his thumb along Scott's pinkened cheeks before pressing his finger along his bottom lip. "Feeling good, baby? Your ass is so pretty right now."

"S'good, Miss. Thank you."

"I think you deserve a special treat for taking your spanks like such a good boy," Mitch hums, pressing his thumb past Scott's soft lips. He groans softly when Scott eagerly swirls his tongue around his finger, sucking gently. Mitch pulls his thumb back, popping it lewdly out of Scott's mouth and smiling when Scott lets his head drop onto the soft mattress. He uses his saliva-coated finger to tease Scott, trailing it down his crack and pressing against his rim.

He smirks when he hears Scott's breath hitch, his body tensing as he does his best to stay still. Mitch leans forward, letting spit fall from his mouth and in between Scott's red cheeks before he slowly teases his finger in, stretching Scott.

"Oh," Scott whimpers, hands gripping at the sheets as Mitch slowly pumps his finger in and out, his other hand grabbing and squeezing the red flesh of Scott's ass.

"So good, angel. Go ahead and make some pretty noises for me. Show me how much you love this."