Scomiche Smut (And Sometimes Fluff)

The Girl (Take It Back 1)

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Original story:
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(Changed a bunch, made it scomiche, as i do, here, have some kinky smut)

"Hey gorgeous, you wanna dance with me?”
Mitch’s lips are close to the ear of a blond haired girl, and he replaces the drink in his hand for her shoulder. The girl in front of him has broad shoulders, and is taller than Mitch. He is positive it is Scott who he’s talking to. The girl slowly turns around, and Mitch looks into some dark brown eyes. But Mitch is too far gone to even notice the familiar blue eyes aren’t there. She places her own drink on the bar and stands on her tiptoes to whisper something back into Mitch’s ear.
“Sure, babe.”
Her voice is high pitched, nothing like Scott’s, but Mitch doesn’t notice. He takes her hand and guides her into the crowd, sloppily hanging his hands over her shoulders. Her two hands, which kind of felt like Scott’s hands, grasp his sides and she begins swinging her hips. The two dance lazily, not really bothering to come closer to each other, but that was because they were both just too drunk.
“Do I even know your name?” The girl asks, her lips close to Mitch’s ear. Her lips graze over Mitch’s earlobe for a brief moment, and the lipstick she is wearing leaves a spot on his skin.
“Uh… I’m Mitch, your boyfriend?”
He responds, still not even noticing it wasn’t Scott in his arms.
“No, you’re not.” She lets go of Mitch’s sides and takes a step back, looking at Mitch with disgust in her eyes. Mitch frowns, but then notices the red lipstick on her lips...Scott doesn’t normally wear lipstick, right?
She hurries away and before Mitch knows it, she is out of sight. He is stood in the middle of the dance floor, on his own, confused. 'Where was Scott, since the girl he had been dancing with wasn’t him?'
He asked himself, and he looked around. His eyes landed on two light blue eyes in front of him, and he swallowed. He was still sober enough to know that the look on Scott’s face wasn’t friendly. Far from friendly.
“S- Scott!” Mitch crosses the few feet in between them. “I couldn’t find you…” He tries, but it is no use at all. Scott’s frown doesn’t disappear when he plays innocent.
“Mitch what the fuck? What were you doing with that girl?” He snaps. Towering over mitch.
“I thought she was you.” Mitch says, but his voice isn’t audible above the loud music in the nightclub. “Sorry.” He mutters, but Scott already has his arm tightly grasped and he pulls him through the crowd. Mitch swallows, anxious about what is to happen next. Scott could do nothing, or he could slip into his dominant head space and fuck Mitch’s brains out once they’re home.
Mitch wishes for the latter.
“I don’t want to hear anything from you, Mitch. You’re coming home and then we’ll have a chat.”
So far no hot, dominant Scott, Mitch thought. He had to step up his game. “Scott, please, I’m sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you. Anything.”
He brings his mouth as close to Scott’s ears as possible, even though they aren’t inside the club anymore, and he breathes into Scott’s neck, hoping this would turn him on.
Scott looks at him with questionable eyes, but when he sees the begging look on Mitch’s face, he gets it.
“Anything, huh?” He whispers back, and pulls Mitch closer.
“Well, what should I have you do to make up for it?” Scott is thinking aloud now, and he scratches his forehead to emphasise his acting.
“Punish me, Scott.”
Mitch blurts out before he even realises that is what he says.
But he doesn’t want to take it back. The look on Scott’s face is to die for and Mitch can feel himself getting harder by the second.
“Punish you? And what should I do to my bad boy?”
Scott briefly lets go of Mitch’s arm to move his card over the scanner, and they enter subway station. When they’re inside, Scott slides his hand in Mitch’s back pocket, cupping his bum.
“Anything, Scott, please.” Mitch is already begging, and while they wait, Scott begins to slowly stroke Mitch’s thigh.
“Hm… Do you want me to tie you up?” Scott whispers into Mitch’s ear, using that amazing low voice he has, and Mitch looks around to make sure no one hears him. Luckily, no one looks at them with disgust in their eyes, so Mitch proceeds to nod and lean into Scott’s touch. “Yes, Scott.”
“Do you remember the toys we recently bought? Wanna try them out?”
Scott’s eyebrows raise and his fingers are co close to Mitch’s half hard cock and his breath is quick and hot on Scott’s neck. “Please…” Mitch moves his thigh away from Scott’s hands so he can control himself, but Scott’s long fingers tighten around his leg, and he can’t move. Swallowing, Mitch decides he doesn’t want to move away from Scott anyway. He is his, completely his.
Mitch’s heart beats fast as he thinks about what might happen once they’re home, he could be tied to the bed, on his knees next to the bed, hands tied above his head and leaning against the wall as Scott pounds him or something completely different. His cock twitches and he closes his eyes, trying not to engulf too much into the fantasy, because you never know with Scott. You never know what he will do to you once you’re his; you only know one thing. It’s fucking hot.
“I want to fuck you open,” Mitch clenches his eyes shut, “I want to leave marks on your hips, neck, legs, chest, everywhere. I want you to be mine.” Scott’s voice is in Mitch’s ear and he inhales through his nose, almost gasping. “I-I’m yours.” Mitch glances at Scott quickly as he sees their train arrive, and he catches Scott biting his bottom lip, covering some sort of bulge in his pants. Mitch suppresses a laugh.
They enter the train and squeeze themselves onto two seats, Scott squeezing so close to Mitch he is almost on his lap. The train is almost empty and the two have an entire spot just for themselves, but Scott sits close anyway. Before Mitch can take a decent breathe, Scott’s hand is back on his thigh and he chokes. “I can’t wait to be home and see you on our bed, babe.” Scott’s voice breaks the silence hanging in the train and Mitch tilts his head back, leaning his head against the wall behind them. He’s gone.
“Fuck, Scott, what are you gonna do to me?”
He questions, teasing a little bit. He doesn’t want Scott to stop his dirty talk, even though he has to walk home with an enormous bulge visible through his jeans, because it doesn’t matter anymore anyway.
“I’ll make you take back all the words you said to that girl.”