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I Can Fix Him

Summary: Rivals with benefits turns into something…more.

Words: 1700ish

Warnings: 18+. NSFW. Brat taming, rough sex, orgasm denial, breeding kink, condescension

Credits: No beta; @clairewritesandrambles for the encouragement.

A/N: I…I don’t know where this came from. I don’t know what this is. I don’t know what the word sorry means in this case because I am not.

“What did you say?”

Scott’s voice echoed through the room despite the quiet way he spoke. It boomed in your ears and you fought the urge to smile.

“I’m pretty sure you heard me. Or is your hearing gone, too?”

It had been one of the longest days on record, definitely one of the longest in your history with Scott Miller, MIT graduate and royal pain in your ass. He was brilliant, there was no denying it. But his people skills were…rusty.

He stalked forward like a tiger protecting his pride, muscles tense and coiled to strike at the right moment. He stopped just short of standing on your shoes and glared down at you, his eyes dark and clouded. “Apologize.”

The growl sent a shiver down your spine. You suppressed it as best as you could, raising your chin defiantly as you met his fiery gaze. “No.”

The chuckle surprised you, rumbling deep from his chest. “You’ve got quite the mouth on you. I think it’s time we put it to good use.”

Before you could retort, his large hand forced your jaw open and his tongue pushed into your mouth. This wasn’t a new thing with the two of you; rivals with benefits would perfectly describe your relationship if you weren’t forced to be a partner to him.

Your body melted into him and he dropped his hand from your jaw to your ass, his beefy arms lifting you with ease and backing you against the wall, keeping you at his near six and a half foot tall face instead of stooping down to move his lips against yours.

You were suddenly glad you’d chosen the skirt today.

Scott’s thick torso pressed you against the wall as his hands slid under your dress. He found your core covered with a pair of cotton panties and he growled, pulling back.

“Why do you wear underwear when you know I’m going just going to fuck the brat out of you?”

“I can’t make it that easy for you, Scotty.” The sneer on his lips before he ripped a hole in your crotch was worth whatever else came from calling him by the nickname he despised.

“You’re going to pay for that.”

His hands deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled his thick cock out, stroking it a few times before dropping you down the wall a few inches to press the head of his cock against your dripping entrance. A raise of his eyebrow conveyed all of the questions that came with this situation; a slight nod gave him the answer.

He thrust inside of you in one swift motion and you tipped your head back against the wall, moaning loudly and not caring if anyone could hear you.

He stayed still for a long moment. It was easy to think that he was letting you adjust to his size but you knew better. You squirmed against him in an attempt to get friction until his hands pinned your hips down.

“Tsk, tsk. You know what you need to do.”

“Scott, come on,” you huffed.

“Is that what you want? I’ll gladly paint your face. But if you want something else, you’ve got to put that poisoned tongue to work. Beg for it.”

Your mouth closed and you stared him down, both of you too stubborn to give in at the moment. Seconds ticked by and neither of you relented. Then he shrugged and started to step back.

“I guess I am painting your face then.”

“No, Scott, wait,” you rushed out. You squeezed your eyes shut and clutched his shoulders, gritting your teeth as you said the next words. “Please, Scott. Please, I need your cock. I need you to fuck me.”

“I think you can do better than that,” he tutted. Adjusting his grip, he slid you down the wall half an inch more until your clit was pressed against him, giving you that delicious pressure without any friction to go with it.

“Scott, please. I need it. I need you.”

“You need what?”

“I need you to fuck me.”

“Fuck your face?”

“No! You know what I need you to do!”

“Fuck your hands until I come on your tits?”

“Scott!” you shrieked, desperation dripping from your words.

“Tell me or I walk away and deal with it myself,” he threatened. “I probably won’t even need to spit on it. You’re soaking my cock enough that I can probably use that and get off in a couple of minutes.”

“Scott, I need you to fuck my wet pussy with your thick cock. Please, Scott, please, I’m begging, I’ll do anything.”

“Good enough,” he smirked and started thrusting, long, slow, deep thrusts, dragging against your inner walls, letting you feel every ridge, every vein.

You moaned and keened, nails scrambling against that dress shirt trying to find something, anything to ground you.

“Not so talkative now, hmm? Maybe I should knock you up, keep you too busy stuffing your face full of ice cream and pizza to run that mouth of yours.”

Scott had long exploited your enjoyment of dirty talk and his condescension but this was the first time he tapped into this particular kink, this certain phrasing. And it had you clenching around him as your first orgasm washed over you.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve?” he cooed as he sped up. “Little brat wants to be bred.”

“Yes, yes, oh my god.” Your chants became more rhythmic as your second release built deep within you.

You shouted when he stopped. “Scott, I was so close.”

“Oh, I know.” His mocking tone sent a shock through your core and your walls spasmed, an involuntary moan exiting his mouth. “You’ll come on my cock when I’m good and ready for you to.”

“Please, please, Scott, please don’t make me wait.”

“Where’s the fun in that, hmm?” Two long, slow thrusts drew hums of satisfaction from deep within his chest - and needy whines from your mouth.

“Scott!”

“You know what you should do if you want me to speed up.”

“Scott, please, I need it faster.”

“Need what?”

“I need you to fuck me faster. I need to come on your cock. I need to -”

Your words were cut off when a particularly deep and hard thrust punched the air from your lungs. Scott chased after his release like a man possessed, faster and faster.

“You need me faster now? Is this good?”

“Yes!”

“Do you want me to come?”

“Please, Scott, fill me up. I want you to make me a cum dumpster!”

“How about I make you a mother?”

“Please, breed me. Please!” Your voice broke as tears fell from your eyes. It was so good, so intense. You needed every part of him, all of it.

“There’s my good little girl,” he chanted. “God you’d look so good with a round belly. Growing my baby. You want that? Yeah, you want that. Let’s make that happen. Let go. It’s okay. Milk my cock. Make me come.”

Your release hit hard. Your vision went white and your ears rang. You were vaguely aware of Scott’s grunts and praise as he sank his cock deep inside, his hands clutching your ass for dear life as he spilled every drop of his seed in you.

You leaned against his chest panting and he stepped forward to press you further against the wall, holding the both of you up with the tension in his hips and abs. Your chests heaved with heavy breaths as your hearts returned to normal and your minds cleared.

It was then that you processed what you had agreed to, begged for. It was then that you realized that he had, in fact, not used a condom this time. And it was then that you realized you were actually okay with the idea.

A baby with Scott? It wouldn’t be easy. But you had time to whip him into shape.

He pulled out and set you down on the floor before tucking himself back into his pants and avoiding your gazing. “You, uh, you need to clean up or something?”

“Scott, look at me.”

“I mean, I gotta -”

You wrapped your hand around his wrist and stood in front of him, forcing yourself into his line of sight. “Shouldn’t we talk about what just happened?”

“It’s not the first time we fucked.”

“It is the first time you said some of those things. And the first time neither of us remembered a condom.”

“It’s not a big deal. Heat of the moment,” he shrugged.

“You won’t even look at me.”

He turned and looked at you for the first time since he pulled out of your pussy. You almost thought he was…embarrassed? But that couldn’t be right. “Scott?”

“What do you want me to say, huh? That you are on my mind day and night? That your teasing is the best part of my day? That I’m not sorry about what I said while I was balls deep inside of you because it’s the truth? Is that what you want to hear?”

“Is…is that the truth?”

He sighed heavily and put his hands on his hips. “Yeah. Yeah it is.”

“What if I want something more with you?”

His head tilted and he looked over at you, brows knitting together and jaw dropping. “Huh?”

“What if,” you repeated as you stepped into his space, “I wanted something more with you? What if I would be okay with having a baby with you? If you showed me you could be a good partner.”

“You want that?”

“I do. And I didn’t know it until just now.”

“You want that…with me?”

“Is that hard to believe?”

“Have you met me? I’m kind of an asshole,” he admitted.

“Eh, I can fix that.” A grin spread across your face as you looked up into his face.

“Fix that, huh? Maybe I could work on that. For you.” A soft smile crossed his lips and his hand cupped your cheek before he leaned down and kissed you softly.

“So does this mean I’m your brat?”

“Yep. My brat to fuck whenever I want. My brat to breed. My brat to date and love and maybe marry one day.”

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