Tf2 Various x reader

I'm not made for this ( Preview )

Decided to re-write it because I wasn't satisfied. Yo but this one is gonna be first person rather than third.

I've never understood that kid. Not a single person I knew could, he was always something else, a speedy nuisance with a cloud of fake confidence blocking his eyes, keeping them shut off from the real world. The only time he's ever quiet long enough for someone to speak is when he's with me...he'll come to my room with a hand on his hip and an unexplainable look in his eyes, he'll come up to me and slide a hand down my back- whispering about how beautiful I am when I'm focused. Speaking in such a hushed tone that you'd have to hold your breathe to hear him, luckily for him I do, he'd take my hand and guide me to his room or my bed, I've never protested for reason I don't know. He's always just had a way with me, how easily his hands end up under my shirt, it's never been a problem for me, in fact I love it. The first time it had happened I hadn't even seen it coming, he had simply buttered me up before going for the kill, pressing me down underneath him and licking at ever spot on my neck until he was satisfied with the faint noises I'd make. Our bodies hot and sweaty, our kisses messy and wet, it's always been something I craved, after it happened once I just couldn't get enough. Scout had treated me almost like a companion after the first couple of times but now...now we were just friends again, it's confusing given that when we connected the first night he had confessed to me but that all could've been drunken pillow talk. Who knows how he feels, who knows how to describe the way he views things like this. I want to know and I plan on finding out.

" Scout? "

That's it for now! I apologise if this is even worse than the original but heeyyy we're gonna get smut in this one so there's that.