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bravo4iscool · 3 months

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just a friend

ngl this took me probably two weeks to finish BUT IT’S HERE NOW

this is my first proper smut so please be kind to me (🧍🏼) and feel free to give tips🕺🏼

there’s too little full metal appreciation in this fandom and since i absolutely love him to death i just needed to write that🫡

also, thanks to my amazing beta @bumblebeesfromvenus !! she helped massively with this hehe.

word count: 3.8k

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“She’s just a friend.” That’s what he told his friends when they asked about you, that’s what he told himself every single time he caught himself thinking about you.

“She’s nothing important.” That’s what he tried to burn into his brain even though he knew he’d always find his way back to you; it didn’t matter if he wanted to or not.

You were his drug; he couldn’t—and didn’t want to—live without you. He knew he would go crazy and jump into life head first.

When he sees you flirting with a man at the Bulkhead one night after he—once again—dumped you, his ability to think shuts down completely. He sees red, the grip around his beer bottle tightening. He’s never seen his knuckles that white.

“You good Metal?” Jason asks, concern swinging in his voice as he glances at his friend. “You look a bit pale.”

“‘m fine,” he grumbles while he tries to rip his gaze from you but it was like you’d cast a spell on him; he could practically smell your perfume even if you were over at the bar.

“Well,” Jason grunts and stands up. “You need a ride home?”

“Nah,” Scott swirls around the beer in his bottle. “I have my own car here. You can go.” He doesn’t pay his team leader a glance. He only has eyes for you.

“Then I’m wishing you a good night. Don’t be up too late, deployment’s not long away,” Jason warns before he gives Scott a pet on the shoulder and leaves. Now he was on his own.

He can‘t help but keep his eyes on you, waiting for the man to disappear. You were his; his only and he wouldn‘t lose you to some wannabe Private who thinks he’s better than the rest.

When he sees the man get too close to you for his liking he stands up with a grunt and struts over to the bar. He pushes him away and straightens his back to his full height. „Back off,“ he hisses, his fists clenching at his sides.

The Private angles his head to look at Scott and slightly swallows. Then he tries to glance at you but you’re only looking to the ground, more than ashamed. This was your chance to get laid and he just blew it. You knew you shouldn't have come here. It was risky coming to this bar. He was a frequent customer here, but it was too late now and your bad decision making skills came to bite you in the ass.

“Scott,“ you shake your head while gently pushing him away. „Leave him alone. This is none of your business.“ You glare at him but he makes no indication to move. Then you sigh and roll your eyes. „I‘m sorry Mark, I‘ll handle this,“ you tell your companion, your hand lingering on his bicep.

Scott feels like his head will explode. He was the only one you were allowed to touch like that. That excuse of a man was nothing compared to him. How did he even catch your attention?

You glare at Scott before you grab his arm and pull him along outside. Once you’re sure no one will hear you you look at him with an angry expression. „What is your problem? Why can‘t you just leave me alone?“ He doesn‘t say anything, which only makes you angrier.

„Seriously Scott, you told me what you think of me the last time we met, you don‘t have the right to play cock blocker for me now!“ Again, he doesn‘t answer and you feel your frustration growing. He only stares at you, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Oh my god!“ you exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. „You‘re being ridiculous, really!“ You shake your head as you try to pass him but then he grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

“He doesn‘t know how to treat you,“ he says in a low voice, his head bending down to look at you. „He doesn‘t deserve you.“

You huff and push his hand off you. „And you do?“

“Yes, I do.“

You stare at him for a second before you break out laughing. „Good joke, I’ll give you that.“ Then your gaze hardens again. „You don‘t know shit about me Scott. You never did.“

You turn to walk away again when he starts to speak up: „Your favorite color is red because the soccer team you grew up watching wears it. Whenever you’re nervous you fiddle with the ring on your left hand and when you’re excited you can‘t keep your feet still. You put salt in your coffee because you’re convinced that it’ll taste sweeter that way.“

You spin around, your eyes wide as you stare at him. How did he-

“Your favorite band is ABBA and you love to sing their songs when you shower. Also, you only eat pizza cold because according to you it tastes better that way.” Scott cocks his head then he slowly walks towards you. You swallow, unable to move.

“Do you really think I don’t know you?” he questions in a low voice when he finally reaches you, his calloused fingers lifting your face so that you properly look at him. „I know more about you than you might think… That's why I also know he isn‘t your type, is he?“

You try to avoid his gaze but he’s having none of it. „Look at me when I talk to you, c‘mon,“ he murmurs and you know that you can‘t not listen to him. So you do what he tells you to. „Just like that…“ he smirks.

„Why are you doing this?“ you question, the conflict you were fighting right now clearly showing in your eyes. „Why are you pushing me away, just to come crawling back to me?“ You can see his body tensing and before you can say anything else his lips crash against yours, his hands moving to your hips.

At first you’re perplexed, wanting to push him off you; this argument wasn’t finished but when he pulls you even closer into his bruising grip you’re a goner—once again.

You pant against his lips when he breaks the kiss and your hands fist his shirt. „You wanna, uh- take this to a room?“ you ask in a raspy voice and one second later he leads you to his truck and speeds away with you in his passenger seat.

You both stumble into Scotts apartment—kissing. He immediately pins you against the door, his fingers fiddling with your blouse. „Take it off before I rip it,“ he almost growls and you comply. With shaking hands you undo button after button under his watchful eyes.

Once the blouse is tossed aside he’s all over you again and you start to play with the hem of his shirt. „It‘s only fair you take yours off too,“ you mumble against his lips while your hands travel over the scarred skin of his abdomen.

Scott smirks as he steps away from you and pulls his shirt over his head. „Happy now?“ He cocks his head and you nod, your bottom lip between your teeth.

„Definitely happy; now come here.“ You step towards him and pull him down by his neck. Your lips clash again and his tongue slips in your mouth. You let out a muffled moan out at that and tilt your head back.

With skilled hands he lifts you up—his hand resting beneath your thighs—and walks straight to the bedroom. He carefully tosses you onto the bed and is all over you in a matter of seconds to start kissing you again.

“‘m gonna show you you don’t need anyone else,” he whispers against the skin of your throat, his hand beside your head to hold his weight. “‘m gonna fuck you so good you can’t help but come back to me.”

You let out a choked breath and bury your fingers in his short strands. “Please, Scott,” you whimper.

„Please what?“ he gives you a cocky grin as you feel an all familiar heat in your lower stomach. „Gimme words, love.“ His fingertips skim over your naked stomach and make you shiver. „Tell me what you want.“ They reach your jeans and without taking his eyes off you he opens them.

With gentle hands he lifts your hips up and pulls your pants off you. „Look at you,“ he coos. „So needy.“ As you writhe beneath his gaze, embarrassingly touch starved.

He starts to trail kisses from your chest down to your belly button, glancing up at you through hooded eyes. He has a painfully hard boner but tonight was all about showing you why you couldn’t leave him; no matter how often he pushed you away or you tried to leave on your own.

„Sc—Scott,“ you whine while your hands find their into his hair again, pulling at the strands. That rips a deep moan out of his throat and you feel yourself shudder. „Please.“

He chuckles against your skin and hooks one finger under your panties. „Patience,“ is all he says before he pulls them down and tosses them over his shoulder. „So wet already.“

He decides to tease you just a little more by kissing the skin around your dripping cunt, making you cry out for him. „Please,“ you beg but his big arms curl around your thighs to keep you still.

“Patience,“ he says again, continuing to kiss everything but your clit…

Scott can feel your frustration growing and he’s feasting on it. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, knowing he’s the only one who gets to make you feel like that.

And when he feels that you’re getting lost in all his teasing he decides to gently rub his thumb over your clit. Your body jolts at the sudden contact and you let out a breathy moan.

He smirks as he continues to kiss your thighs while his thumb on your clit fastens. „You like that?“ he asks, glancing up at you just to see you with your eyes shut, a tear or two glistening on your cheek.

He stops and pulls back. A frustrated whine rushes past your lips and you force your eyes open to look at him. „I asked you something,“ he cocks his head. „You like this? You want me to continue?“

You nod with an already shaking body but he doesn’t take it. “Words, dear. Gimme words.”

“Y-Yes,” your voice trembles with a sob and his thumb immediately returns to its business.

You can feel him smirk against the skin of your thighs. “That’s what I wanted to hear.” His stubble is surely irritating your skin but you don’t care. You’re only focused on your pleasure and his hands; and, fuck, did he know what he was doing.

“Please, please,” you beg when you feel how he inserts one finger and you squirm. “Scott, please.” But he doesn’t listen to your pleas, only keeps rubbing your clit and pumping his finger into your dripping cunt.

“I’ll make you fall apart,” he promises as he ruts his hips against the mattress to create some friction on his dick. God, he needed you so but he told himself he’ll make you come at least once, on his tongue or his fingers, before he fucks your brains out.

Tears gather in your eyes as you fist the bed sheets, crying out for Scott and your pleasure. You beg and beg and beg, your clit already swollen from the way he was rubbing and pinching it.

“Fuck,” you sob, throwing your head back and arching off the bed. “Please let me come. Please Scott.”

“You want to come?” he coos before he starts to suck on your clit, sending you to whole new dimensions. His tongue‘s flicking over your nub, making you cry out for him again.

You could feel that knot in your stomach tightening, almost snapping. „Fuck, right there,“ you stutter, followed by a loud moan. „Yes- right- Oh my god!“

Scott looks up at you the moment he starts to stimulate your g-spot. His eyes darken at your reaction and he’s certain he‘d come completely untouched at the sight.

Your body tenses and your vision fades to black when your orgasm finally ripples through you with such a force that you fear you‘ll pass out for real.

Scott only stares at you as if you‘d hung the stars, the moon and the sun. He knew he loved you but…he didn‘t want to admit it. He wasn‘t supposed to feel anything, especially for you…

As you look at Scott with hooded, tired eyes the fire in the pit of your stomach returns. You need the real thing. Now.

Your hands reach out for him, pulling him up by his face to kiss him, the faint taste of you on his tongue.

You decide to let your hands wander down his chest to his jeans. You opened them while he moans into the kiss and bucks his hips into your hand.

When you finally manage to pull his dick out of his boxers, pre cum is already dripping down the shaft and you lick your lips at the sight. “I got you all riled up, didn’t I?” you chuckle and kiss him again.

“Only for you darling,” he pants against your lips before he pulls back to properly get rid of his pants and boxers. He can feel you watching him and smirks. “You like what you see, huh?”

You nod and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. This man was doing things to you, oh god…

When he crawls over you once again, he holds his weight on one arm beside your head while he uses his other to pull your thigh up and wrap it around his waist.

“Gonna fuck you so good,” he promises as he kisses down your neck, teasing you once again. “You’re gonna be good for me, right?”

You eagerly nod, unable to wait any longer. “Please Scott,” you whine, your hand reaching down between you two but he’s quick to grab it, pining it above your head.

“Tsk tsk,” he shakes his head. “You’ll take what I give you love,” he tells you in a whisper, his lips brushing the shell of your ear which causes you to moan. “Just like that.”

When he finally pushes his cock inside your wet cunt you can’t stop the strings of moans leaving your lips. “Oh- oh god,” you cry out.

“No god here darling. Only me,” Scott says with a cocky grin, his eyes fixated on you. Slowly he sinks further into you with a groan. “You’re taking me so good,” he praises you, bending down to kiss you. “Only for me, right?”

You nod again, already a moaning mess before he even properly started to pound into you. “Only for you.”

“That’s right,” he rasps out when he starts to move his hips, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room in a matter of seconds. He groans and curses as he pounds into you, one hand on your thigh to keep them around his waist.

You shut your eyes, mouth wide open as his cock bullies in and out of your pussy, letting you see stars. Scott knew what to do to get your body onto new heights; he knew you. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cry, tears already brimming in your eyes from the brutal pace he was setting.

His grip on your thigh was bruising, his short nails digging into your skin. But, you were too focused on your pleasure, his cock, his body. You could worry about the bruises later…

“Look at you,” he groans. “All pretty and fucked out for me.”

Your legs quiver as you cry and your hands claw at his shoulders, not knowing where up and down was. “Fuck, so- so good,” you moan, yelping as he suddenly picks you up and turns you both around.

He pops his back up against the headboard while his hands slide to your hips, making sure to keep his cock inside you. „Go on,“ he pants. „Ride me darling.“

And you do. God, you didn‘t know you could experience such pleasure. You were bouncing up and down on his thick cock while you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders, throwing your head back in bliss.

„Only I can make you feel like that, am I right?“ He looks at you with hooded eyes, his hands squeezing your plush hips. You nod in a haze, your vision already blurry from the orgasm threatening to crash over you.

„Thought you were a good girl,“ he murmurs, stopping your hips from moving. „Are you good for me?“

“Y-yes,“ you stutter, catching your breath while you try to move your hips again but Scott‘s grip is hard and bruising; he makes sure to keep you still.

„Then why are you not using words, huh?“ he wants to know, tilting his head to the side as if his cock half buried in you wouldn’t bother him. You felt like if you‘d move right now you’d come immediately.

When you open your mouth but words won’t come out he starts to smirk. “Say you’re my good girl, c’mon.”

“‘m your-“ he starts to guide your hips down onto his cock again, making you moan out loud. “‘m your…g-good girl.”

“Yea, that’s right,” he pants while you bend down to intertwine your lips in a kiss. „And you’re gonna come for me now, isn’t that right?“ he mumbles against your lips, one hand reaching down to your clit to start rubbing it.

He moans when you clench around him, crying out, „Please.“

“I know, I know,“ he groans, throwing his head back. „Come for me baby. Come on my cock,“ he pants when he feels your walls tighten around him again, letting him see stars.

You whimper and your legs are weak already but you keep riding him, chasing for your release. You can feel his cock throbbing inside you which only causes you to moan even more.

„Scott- Scott!“

„Say my name,“ he grits out. „Say it again love. C‘mon“

And how can you deny him something when he’s taking you to whole new dimensions? „Scott, please,“ you cry, your grip on his shoulders tightening. „Fuck.“

Your hips are slamming down on his cock, the tip of it almost kissing your cervix. And the way he was stimulating your clit drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Shit,“ he curses when also he finally drives towards his release, trying to hold it back to make you come first but he didn‘t know if he could manage.

„Want you to come inside,“ you rasp out while you look at him, licking your lips. His cock throbs at your sentence.

He stares up at you, not knowing what to say at first. „Want me to knock you up, huh?“ he then asks, his hand leaving our clit to guide your hips up and down. „Do you want my babies so bad?“

You nod and kiss him again, your arms finding their way around his neck to pull him closer. „Want your babies,“ you confirm as you kiss down his neck.

“How can I deny that, mhh?“ he pants while hugging you close to him. With a yelp from you he turns you both around again. Once you’re on your back he grabs your hips and starts pounding into you with a fast and steady rhythm.

You writhe and moan, trying to get a hold of him, but he just takes your hands and pins them above your head without any effort. „You want my babies? You‘ll get my babies.“ He ruts his hips against yours, the sound of skin hitting skin filling the room.

„Come for me,“ he groans into your ear and you do. You let out a loud moan, pretty sure his neighbors heard it, and your walls spasm around his cock. His one hand starts to stimulate your clit again while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Just like that. Scream my name, c‘mon.“

„S-Scott, oh my god!“ Your hands struggle under his grip as your whole body shudders. „Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ His cock keeps hitting that spot inside you and for a second you’re afraid you‘ll never get down from this high.

He only pants and grunts, chasing his own orgasm, his thrusts getting sloppy and losing their rhythm. „Gonna fill you up good, baby,“ he promises; seconds later a deep moan rushes past his lips and he paints your walls white.

He stays inside you for a second to catch his breath; then he pulls out and lets himself fall down beside you, his chest heaving.

You glance at him from the side, your vision still blurry but you have a smile on your face. When he turns his head to look at you too, there's also a faint smile on his face.

He doesn‘t say anything, just grunts when he rises from the bed. „‘m gonna get a towel, you wait here.“ He leaves and returns a minute later with a damp cloth in his hand.

With gentle touches he cleans you up, dragging the cloth over your body while he admires it. „You look beautiful,“ he mutters, eying you for a second before he bends down to press a kiss to your forehead.

You smile again and reach for his hand, your thumb caressing his knuckles. „You too.“ His eyes fall onto your almost intertwined hands and he takes yours into his properly.

There‘s something in his eyes you‘ve never seen before. “Come back to bed Scott,” you say while tugging on his hand and he listens.

He tosses the cloth away and climbs into bed beside you. You scoot closer to him, surprised when he puts his arms around you to pull you closer.

You let out a satisfied sigh and let yourself sink further into his embrace. It was rare he showed affection like this, so this moment was important for you.

„I‘m sorry,“ he mumbles into your hair while his fingers trace random patterns onto your skin. „I know I don‘t deserve you…“ You can hear the pain in his voice and glance up at him. „I don‘t know why I can‘t…give you what you need…“ His voice gets quieter at the end and you almost miss it.

“All I need is you Scott.“ You pop yourself up on your elbows so you can look at him better. „I don‘t need anything else.“ Your hand gently cups his cheek. „There‘s a reason I chose you out of all people, you know…“

You can feel how he hesitates, the man who usually was confidence in person suddenly being speechless. “How can you have all of me when I’m always gone?” he questions as he looks at you.

“Well I’m already living like that, no?” you fire back a question with a smile. “As long as I know you’ll return to me I’ll be able to cope with it.” You keep the ‘in a casket or not’ for yourself while you lean in to connect your lips in a slow and tender kiss.

“I love you,” he mumbles against your lips, burying his hands in your hair.

“I love you too.”

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