((QUICK A/N - you may recognize something and details will be at the end.  Also IDK what this is - but here ya go?))

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"What are you giggling at?" I drop my towel and pull on my boxers, raising a suspicious eyebrow at just how quickly he slams his laptop shut. Such a rookie move.

He's propped up on a mountain of pillows, white sheets and comforter pooled around his bare middle. His hair is still a little wet and I can't wait to run my fingers through it, but only after I find out what he's up to.

"Nothing." He's really, REALLY bad at lying and even worse at playing innocent, but he is ridiculously good at distracting me. I know he's rolling that bottom lip between his teeth on purpose and I narrow my eyes at him. He's underestimating how nosy I am.

"Scotttt..." I give him a knowing look before crawling into bed, forcefully nudging him over and squeezing myself under his arm and molding to his body as close as I can get. He smiles down at me and I wrap an arm around his waist, a content sigh escaping as a I relax down into my happy place. Heaven.

He chuckles a bit and I notice he's about to move his laptop to the nightstand but nope... try again, Gorgeous.  That laptop isn't going anywhere until I get to the bottom of this. (Hypocrite? Me? Look, we all have flaws) I reach out and grab his wrist and meet his eyes. "Babe... were you reading fic again?"

The blush that darkens his cheeks is beautiful and I wish my phone was nearby to take a picture. I'm still such a fangirl, but honestly can you blame me? Look at him!

"Not... exactly.."

"Ooookkk vague. So then what exactly were you doing then?" I run my fingers over his stomach and up to his chest, partially to keep him a bit flustered, but mostly because it's there and I can. 

;-P Don't tell me you wouldn't do the same.

"You'll laugh."

Well that piques my interest to near maximum level and I sit up a bit to look him in those gorgeously stupid blue eyes. "As long as it's not tentacle porn then I promise I won't judge." ... out loud.

"Or laugh."

I almost do just that when I take in the serious expression on his face, but I just press my lips together and smile. "I promise I won't laugh. Cross my heart."

It takes him a second, but he sighs and opens up the laptop and I shift to get a better look.

It's a familiar sight, a google document full of words, but it's not my document and those are definitely not my words. I sit all the way up and Scott moves with me, wrapping an arm around my waist and squeezing me closer. No matter how much time passes I don't know that i'll ever be used to those giant hands on my skin, but when I see both of our names scattered throughout those words on the screen, there is nothing on this EARTH that could distract me (not even those talented ginormo hands).

I let out a tiny gasp as realization hits me. 

"You were writing fic!" I turn to look at him and he's a mix of embarrassed and unsure and he quickly closes the laptop again. Seriously, though? I mean HELLO!? Remember me? The superfan? The thirsty queen of smut?! I am the LAST person to judge for writing fic. Still, it's kinda ironic but also strange and exciting... and damn I gotta read this. I don't even care if it's tentacle porn, I need this in my life.  I will sell my soul right this fucking second! SATAN LETS GO! I gotta deal to make!

"Well you stopped writing and... I just wanted to try it."

I know I'm grinning like the damn Joker and I'm practically vibrating with excitement. I haven't been this excited about something since I discovered that-... well maybe I'll keep Scott's innocent little mini-kink to myself. ;-P Just know that mommy is EX.CITED! "Can I read it?"

He looks unsure and I get to my knees, taking his face in my hands. "Please? You read mine... it's only fair." Guilt trip city, I know, but ya gotta admit it's effective.

He bites his lip and I put on my best pout, tilting my chin downwards. He stares, expression slowly softening and I know that even though he's going to protest, I'm going to win. (I always do ;p)

"I don't know."

"Please? Please please pleaseeee." A couple bats of eyelashes is all it takes before he sighs, hand sliding to my hip.

"Alright... but not all of it... just a little bit."

"Just the tip?" I grin, letting my brows rise and fall suggestively and he rolls his eyes and pushes me over.

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I'm pretty sure I'm dreaming because this is... I don't even know what this is. I've relocated and I'm sitting in front of him, his arms holding me back against him, his legs on either side, warm and solid. The words that are displayed on the screen both shock and amaze me as I read them aloud. Scott sits with his chin on my shoulder, stubble scratching against my skin, but I don't even have the brainpower to deal with it.

I'm trying to imagine this written scenario happening to us in real life before Scott and I had sorted our feelings and I'm just... in a bit of overload.

"His pants are slightly pushed down revealing the goodness underneath. Mitch's long fingers are wrapped around what I can only define as a piece of art- if we were back in Ancient Greece and they had to carve a penìs out of marble, that is the model they should use... aww thanks babe." I glance over at him and he smiles like the sweetheart that he is.

"It's true."

"Shut up." I laugh and continue on.

"Mitch's dick is huge, there's literally no other word to describe it." I wish. "Big wouldn't be enough. Large wouldn't contain the truth. My mouth dries at the sight, lump forming in my throat as I try to swallow. The action causes my mind to switch to a particular fantasy of sliding that slab of thick and red meat through my lips... oh God." My mouth hangs open just a bit as I read the rest of that paragraph quietly to myself.

I don't wanna know how wide my eyes are right now and at some point my hand has lifted to my mouth, my fingers loosely spread over my lips. Am I even alive? My body feels overly sensitive but also blissfully numb. Is this real life right now?

"My cᴏck is now rock hard inside my pants..." Honestly same. "My ɑsshole clenching at the mere sight of it." I may or may not be thinking about Scott and that magic wand that's pressed up against me right now, but it's his fault... this is ALL his fault. "It's beautiful and throbbing and extremely inviting." He's talking about MY cᴏck.... MY penìs. This can't be happening. I'm going to combust any moment now.

I had a good life while it lasted. Goodbye cruel world.

"Good boy, I thought you forgot where my face was." Dammit, Scott. My brain has no say in anything anymore. I'm on fücking autopilot right now. How- What!? I'm just... "You happy now?" I see the next words and my voice catches in my throat as I attempt... (attempt is all I got left kids) to say them with a steady voice.  "No, I'm not. I would be if that was tearing my ɑss apart right now and-"

I gasp a bit as Scott's hands suddenly grip my waist, and I realize my hips must have been moving in circles of their own volition and now he's holding me still. For the love of all that is holy.. I can't ... I'm going to melt from over stimulation. I don't even know what's up or down or fück me sideways.

I look at him, his gaze focused on me, watching my reaction (more like my destruction) carefully. "Babe?"

He bites into his lip and when he shifts against me I have to bite back the moan that wants out of me. As turned on as I am... (painfully), these words are Scott's and I'm a little worried about what he's trying to tell me with them. It's like a weird battle between horny and worried. How is that a thing!? Who am I and what has happened to my thought process!???

"Are you really... a size queen?" I almost hold my breath... because lord only knows this girl canNOT satisfy THAT kind of need with the manufacturer included packaging. I mean I could get toys or something for him, but what would that mean for us? Am I not enough for him?

"No. Not at all." He laughs a bit, but shakes his head. "I was just thinking about you... and this..." Fück! His hand is now pressing and rubbing against me through thin fabric and while I know I should stop him, because... conversation, I only get as far as wrapping my hand around his forearm and leaning back a bit. He's talking... have to listen.  Pay attention.  I can do that.  "I just thought the size queen thing was fun for the story." He kisses my shoulder and his hand slides to my stomach and I know he's about to move this right along. 

As much as I would love (shouty caps LOVE) to let him take over like usual, there's one more thing I need to know before this little brain worm he's created drives me insane. I mean how the hell does he think he can just write something like that and then expect me NOT to die from mental implosion? I quickly close the laptop and toss it to the side before pulling away from him and turning around to straddle one of his legs as I get to my knees. The surprise is written all over his face as my hands spread over either side of his jaw line. I stare into his eyes for a moment, barely managing to not drown in them, but I need to ask this question. (And I will... if I can keep my fücking dick in my pants for half a second) He's always worried about me and satisfying me and my needs... maybe I should have been a little more concerned with his.

"Is this your way of telling me you want to bottom?"

When his focus drops to my chest I raise his chin with my hands, battling the urge to kiss him until he's all smiles again.

He's gone shy on me and it makes me want to tug his bottom lip between my teeth. I don't know why... it just does. Don't question my brain at this moment. There's no logic left in me. 

"It's really not a big deal. I know it's not your thing."

I roll my eyes in response and this time I can't help myself when I press my mouth against his. When I pull away his smile is beginning to return. He's such an idiot sometimes but damn I love him.

"Scott, YOU'RE my thing. You know I'd do pretty much anything for you."

"It's ok, it was just a thought I had and-"

I put a finger to his lips because I can tell he's not being completely honest. At least when I discovered his obsession with 'restrained Mitch' (well that cats out of the bag) he didn't get this shy over it. "Babe. I told you before...don't EVER be afraid to tell me what you want. This is never going to work if you hold yourself back. I want to make you happy. In all ways. ALL of them."

He laughs a little and pulls me as close as he can get me. When his kisses travel down my neck I go a bit weak as he works on leaving his signature with his mouth. It's like his favorite game is seeing just how much he can ruin my neckline and make it impossible to cover up. Whatever. 

Thank goodness he's holding on to me or i'd probably fall over. And now all I can think about is his lips and those fücking arms of his. They're perfect... perfect for licking, biting... holding onto while... wait I need to stop before I forget what I wanna do... or say... or the point.... I have to remain focused.)  Thankfully he decides to speak and pull me out of my dirty thoughts.

"Baby, I don't think I could GET any happier. You've given me everything I could ever dream of."

Fück him and his perfectly sweet, sappy words. Damn, I LOOOOOOVEEEEEEEEEE him. When I look him in the eyes again i know I'm going to do anything I can to make him happy, even if it's not exactly my preference. I mean... really.... like fücking Scott Hoying would be SUCH a hardship. Must be horrible right? Gag me.

I dip my chin a bit, an evil mischief rapidly building inside of me. I slide my hands around and down his lower back, one slipping beneath his boxers. My fingers slide down the valley between those perfect asscheeks (I swear he's lit.er.al.ly per.fect) until the tip of my middle finger gently slides against a place I'd never imagined he'd want me to touch. His eyes widen a bit and I hear the tiny hitch in his breath. I hope he thought this through, because it's about to get real.

"Maybe not everything... yet."

Just because I prefer to bottom, because it's the best thing ever (yes i'm thirsty - keep your jealous judgements to yourself), doesn't mean I CAN'T top. It's not like my dick is broken. I mean... Scott deserves to get what he wants sometimes too. I can compromise. Granted, I haven't done this in a very, VERY long time, so I don't make any promises about how good it's gonna be. I also know I'm not nearly as well endowed as his fantasy monster dick Mitch, but I am certainly gonna give him everything I've got ... for as long as he wants it.

The shift in demeanor and urgency is welcome and when I apply the tiniest amount of pressure his jaw sets and his forehead drops to my shoulder. "Fück."

The more I think about it, the more appealing the whole idea becomes. Ok, I can do this. I can do it for him.

And I can enjoy every fücking second.

Wish me luck kids, I'm gonna need all the prayers I can get. Time to put my big boy pants on... or take the big boy's pants off :) 

"Gladly." 

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((HIII it's me again :)  The story Scott was writing was actually excerpts from Lia's (_opheliac) book NEVER ENOUGH UNTIL YOU and if you haven't read it... go.  now.  like yesterday. I'll also post the link in the comments (https://www.wattpad.com/story/42386445-never-enough-until-you-scomiche) 

And yes I asked her permission first :)   ))

Also if anyone makes a comment about Mitch topping or scott bottoming I will drop kick you in your throat.  I mean that in the nicest of ways.  Promise :):):)  Thank you and have a nice day :)