Don't Mess With Scott Hoying's Boyfriend

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YALL! In this chapter we have SMUT, FLUFF, and HEARTBREAK!

So it's a crazy ass, crazy long chapter. The smut starts right away, and of course I have it marked where the smut ends.

More than half the chapter is fluff though but, don't worry, there's still a good amount of smut in there.

This chapter is very very long so sit back and relax.

Trigger Warnings:

Talk of
-self harm
-cutting (although it's not straight forward)
-scars
-a little bit of drinking (not much just near the end)
-mentions of tattoos and piercings (I didn't know that this could be a trigger but I recently found that it is)
-crying (which I also didn't know is a trigger)

If you are any where near sensitive to these subjects, please read with caution.

Remember,

Love y'all and hope you enjoy this chappy!!!

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Mitch's eyes shot open at the feeling of Scott entering him.

A gasp left his mouth as Scott started rocking in and out of him.

Mitch threw his head back, hands grabbing Scott's biceps, "Oh, fuck." Mitch gasped out.

Scott hummed, "Feel good, babygirl?" he asked, pulling out and slamming right into Mitch's prostate.

Mitch's mouth fell open, "Oh god, yesyesyes, so good, FUCK, keep going."

Scott bit his lip and rammed inside of Mitch, his hips rocking in and out at a past pace.

Mitch's brows were furrowed and his mouth hung open.

Scott stuck his thumb inside of Mitch's mouth, the rest of his fingers holding Mitch's face in place.

Scott's thumb hooked around Mitch's teeth.

Scott inches from Mitch's face, Scott's breath hitting Mitch's mouth.

Scott locked eyes with Mitch rocking back and forth, now at a slow pace.

Mitch's hand went from Scott's biceps to grab at the sheets, "Ahhhh, oh, god." His said, voice muffled.

Scott slowly slid his thumb out of Mitch's mouth, "Let me hear you moan baby, fucking scream my name." Scott growled.

Mitch whined as Scott picked up his pace, their skin slapping together as Scott fucked him without mercy.

"Go on, fucking scream my name, baby."

Scott hit Mitch's prostate, stopping the rocking of his hips to press deeper and harder into Mitch, pressing harder on Mitch's prostate.

"Ah, ahhhh, SCOTT! P-please!"

"'Please' what? Baby?" Scott asked, pulling out and shoving himself back in.