Scott Reed Imagines/Headcannons

SMUT

Y/N wandered the busy halls of Liberty High School, with one purpose in mind, actually with one particular person in mind. It almost the last period of the day which meant she had a free period, aka she was done for the day. The one particular person she was looking for also had a free period and there was only one thing she wanted to do.

The hallway that she had just walked down ended, so she decided to make a right, knowing that his locker was closeby. As she rounded the corner, directly in front of her was a group of baseball players standing in a circle. Quickly, she looked at the boys locking eyes with the blue eyed one. He gave her a small smile as she walked past.

On her left was her locker and she stopped at it, placing her two heavy textbooks inside. Her eyes wandered over to the group of boys again, the blue eyed boy's back to her. At that moment, her phone vibrated from her back pocket. Taking it out, she quickly read the text that lit up her screen.

Closet. Two minutes.

Smiling, she placed her phone back in her pocket before closing her locker.

The warning bell for the last period rang and Y/N watched classmates say their goodbyes and head to their last class of the day. Luckily for Y/N her last class was a free period. Normally she would go to the library to do homework but today she had something else in mind.

Earlier today she had seen him during gym (they had the same gym time but different teachers) and watched him play football with some of the guys in his class. During her entire class, she spent most of it zoned out watching him. The way his gray t shirt fit his body, showing off his muscles in his arms. Every now and then if he reached up trying to catch the ball, his shirt would slip up, showing just a bit of his stomach and the tops of his boxer briefs.

Images of the last time she was with him kept replaying through her mind. His lips against hers, kissing her hungrily, hands moving across her body, feeling every inch of her. Her core began to throb the longer she looked at him. At point he made eye contact with her, flashing her a grin.

The last time she had been with him was last weekend at a party. Somehow they had both managed to sneak away from their friends without anyone noticing. They had met upstairs, him grabbing her hand, pulling her towards the bedroom. To both of their dismay the four bedrooms were being used, leaving only the bathroom. Not wanting to wait any longer, they looked at each other and shrugged, closing the door behind them.

The two of them had been hooking up for about a month now without anyone catching on. Y/N knew that if her friends found out she was hooking up with a baseball player she would never hear the end of it. For him, if his friends found out that he was seeing one of the quieter girls at the school, they would pester him about how it was and he was not ready for that. He didn't like to share details about his sex life. Frankly it was none of his friends business.

Y/N stood against the lockers, her arms crossed over her chest, thinking about the things she wanted to do to him.

She could hear footsteps approaching and smiled when he rounded the corner, looking as good as ever. He had on his white and blue baseball jersey, ready for the game that night. His arm muscles were visible underneath the short sleeves and he had his backpack hanging loosely off one shoulder, one hand holding onto the strap.

"Hey," he said, approaching, coming to a stop in front of her.

"Hi Scott," Y/N answered, smiling.

He looked over at the closet door, smirking. "Are you sure you're ok with this? Doing it here?"

"Absolutely," Y/N replied. "You look so damn hott in today."

Scott laughed at her response, placing a kiss on her lips. Taking a final glance at the hallway, Scott opened the wooden door, revealing a small closet. Shelves adorned two of the concrete walls, holding cleaning chemicals and supplies.

Closing the door behind him his hands instantly gripped her waist, pulling her closer to him. Scott's fingers played with the waistband of her skinny jeans as he leaned down, pressing his lips against hers. The taste of mint lingered on his lips as they slowly moved against hers. By now they had figured out what each other liked allowing their bodies to sync together, almost instantly. His tongue quickly found its way to her mouth, running along her lips before she granted entrance before tangling together fighting for dominance.

His fingers unbuttoned Y/N's jeans, sliding under her underwear and down to her core. He ran his fingers along her folds feeling the wetness that had begun to form. Y/N let out a soft moan as he began to rub two fingers over her sensitive spot, knowing exactly what she liked. His lips moved from her lips across her cheek and down to her neck, leaving soft kisses along her skin being careful not to leave any marks.

Scott took a step towards Y/N, pushing her against the concrete wall. His waist pressed against hers and she could feel his erection through his gray jeans, pressing against her stomach. Reaching down, she placed her hand against it, gently squeezing causing him to let out a soft moan.

Y/N giggled, placing a hand over his mouth. "Quiet," she whispered.

Scott playfully bit her hand before she pulled it away, placing it on his waist. She pulled him against her, placing her lips on his, kissing him desperately. They fumbled around together, Y/N pulling her jeans down her legs and kicking them to the side as Scott pulled his jeans down to his knees.

His erection was evident through the tight material of his black boxer briefs and Y/N pulled them down, allowing his length to be free. It slapped against his stomach as she grabbed it, running her hand along it.

Placing her hand on his stomach, Y/N pushed him back, kneeling down in front of him. Her tongue moved along the tip, licking the precum that had begun to form. Her lips slid onto him, slowly moving down his length before very slowly moving her lips up and down, feeling Scott's body tense up from her touch. She loved the effect that she had on him. It was driving him crazy and she would keep going until he put a stop to it.

Scott's hips thrust forward and at that exact moment, he placed a hand in her hair, pulling her away from him.

"Not yet," he growled, pulling her up and placing her back against the wall.

His hand moved to the back of her left thigh, wrapping it around his waist. Y/N reached down and began to move his length along her throbbing core, over the material of her underwear. Scott gently moved his hips against hers, very clearly becoming impatient.

His pushed aside her underwear, lining himself up with her, as he reached behind her right leg grasping the back of her thigh. He picked her up, allowing her to wrap both legs around his waist before he slid his into her, causing her let out a gasp. His hips moved against her's, thrusting quickly. The little closet was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their heavy breathing. They were both too distracted to think about anyone finding them as they both got closer to their high.

Scott's head was buried in Y/N's shoulder and she could feel his warm breath against her skin. She placed her head against his shoulder, trying to muffle a moan that was begging to escape. Scott chuckled as she moaned, not being able to hold it in any longer. Playfully she slapped his shoulder, just as she felt a knot begin to form in her stomach.

With three more quick thrusts, Y/N's walls clenched around Scott as he released into her, a string of curse words muffled against her shoulder.

Gently, Scott placed Y/N on the ground, her hand clenching onto his arm, her legs weak from her high.

"Can you stand?" Scott whispered.

"What do you think?" Y/N responded, sarcastically.

Scott let out a soft laugh, placing an arm around her waist. "Next time I'll try not to go so hard," he joked.

"Ha ha," Y/N said.

"You have to admit it was pretty hott knowing we could get caught at any second" Scott said.

Y/N thought for a moment. "It was but nothing will be beat that one time in the car..."

Scott nodded, his head, agreeing. "Well we just have to try to beat the car one, which judging from what just happened might be possible."