#my writing: scott mctomonay

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Sleepy Head | Scott McTominay

hey could i request sleepy head with mctominay? it’s late at night but he enjoys eating you out so he would do it no matter what time it is? Xx

Word Count: 453

Warnings: just the reader getting eaten out enjoy xx

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You had fallen asleep long before Scott had come home. You’d tried to wait up for him to get back from the away match, but you’d been so tired all week and you couldn’t keep your eyes open much longer after the end of the match.

Scott came home to find you asleep on the sofa, still in his United kit. He picked you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you gently on the bed.

“Scott?” You asked, groggy.

“Yes, love. I’m home.”

You felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you. “Congratulations on the win.”

“Thank you.” Scott leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Are we going to celebrate?” You ask, giggling as Scott trails kisses down your body. He lifts up the hem of your shirt, hooking his fingers in your panties and dragging them down.

“I’m going to celebrate. You just lay back and relax.”

Your eyes drift closed as Scott parts your legs and kisses his way up your inner thighs. All you can do is focus on his mouth and how good he’s making you feel. Scott doesn’t need lube when he eats you out, literally salivating over your pussy. Your pussy responds in kind, dripping with need that mixes with his saliva. Scott moans as his tongue swirls over your clit, the vibrations making you clench around nothing.

“Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he praises, his accent thicker with lust. Scott slides his hands up under your ass so he can eat you from a better angle.

You whimper, writhing under his touch. “I miss your hair,” you moan, your fingers fisting the bed sheets. “Just wanna be able to touch it.”

Scott slaps your pussy for that remark, making you yelp. “Maybe one day I’ll grow it back out, but you’ve gotta learn not to be so greedy, love.”

You’re fully awake now, ready and willing for your orgasm. “Fine! I won’t complain, Scott, I promise!” You buck your hips, trying to get him to put his mouth back on you. “Please!”

“Now, shut up and let me finish celebrating with your pussy,” he ordered, lowering his mouth back down over your labia and onto your clit.

Small kisses interspersed with long, deep, sucking ones that tugged at sensations low in your belly. You let Scott’s mouth and tongue dictate the build of your orgasm, cumming when he slid two fingers inside your dripping cunt and curling them to hit your g-spot just right.

Scott let you ride out your orgasm, putting your panties back on when you were done. He got up, pulling you into his side as he promptly fell asleep after his long match.

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Bratty Scott | Scott McTominay

Could I have a sub scott one where he's been a brat all week because you you been away and when you come home he tries to change his behaviour but you punish him please thank you xxx

Word Count: 876

Warnings: use of cock ring; riding crop on balls; extreme femdom

A/N: This is a more severe punishment for a guy that I’ve written, so please read with caution.

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You’d gone on a much-needed Girls’ Week trip for a week, and Scott had missed you. Before you’d left, you’d made sure to leave him needy, edging him multiple times and making him promise to be a good boy for you while you were away. “I promise,” he’d rasped, bucking his hips as you stroked his cock, taking your hands away at the last minute so was once again left on the verge of an orgasm. He’d gone to bed needy after having satisfied you to a delicious orgasm that you knew you’d be thinking about all week on your trip.

Scott checked in with you every so often, but you found that he was neediest right after training, which you happened to be on the beach. More than once, you muted your notifications, rolling your eyes as your girlfriends laughed about how whipped Scott was for you. If only they knew…

You received period texts from Dean Henderson as well, letting you know how Scott was really doing. He was the only one on the team that knew about the inner workings of yours and Scott’s relationship. It worked to your advantage that he was intimidated by you after hearing all the stories from Scott, and you trusted that Dean would tell you the truth about what your submissive boyfriend had been up to.

The moment you walked through the door, Scott pulled you into his arms. “I missed you so much,” he murmured, hugging you tightly.

“I know you did - I missed you, too.” You took his face in your hands and kissed him hello, reveling in the feel of his lips on yours.

“How was your holiday?” He asked, following you to the bedroom where you started to unpack your valises.

“It was good. Much needed, that’s for sure.” You started sorting the dirty from the clean clothes, putting together piles for the wash later. “How were things here?”

Scott shrugged. “Uneventful.”

You gave him a look, cocking one eyebrow up in disbelief. It was a look Scott knew well, having been on the end of it dozens of times before and he already knew it wasn’t going to end well. “That’s not what I heard. Are you sure you don’t want to amend that answer?”

Scott swallowed hard. “Uhm…”

“Too late,” you cut him off, grabbing your laundry. “I want you ready and waiting by the time I come back.”

When you returned five minutes later, Scott was naked and kneeling on the floor, his eyes downcast.

“Wow, you can follow directions,” you sneered, taking his chin in your hand and tilting his head back so he could look up at you. “I’m surprised, as that’s not what Dean told me.”

“I-I’m sorry,” Scott stuttered, his tongue wetting his bottom lip.

“You will be.” You walked over to the place you kept your toys, picking out just the right implements to use on him. He let out a whimper as you placed the cock ring on him, taking your time with him. You gave his dick a few long, slow pumps, making sure he felt every tug. He moaned, his cock twitching as you ran your thumb over the leaking tip. You leaned down, your lips brushing over the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Don’t worry, baby - it’s about to get a whole lot worse.”

Scott shivered, looking at you with pleading eyes as he watched you grab the riding crop, slapping it into your hands as it whipped through the air. “No,” he said softly, shaking his head.

“Do you need to safeword?” When Scott shook his head, you continued, your voice hard. “Hands and knees. Now.”

Reluctantly, Scott moved so he was on all fours, his ass presented to you. You ran the crop down his spine, smirking as he shuddered. “I was gone how many days?” You asked, wanting to hear him say it.

“S-Seven.”

“Good. Seven strokes then. Five on your ass, two on your balls.”

“Pl...please.” Scott swallowed hard.

“I’ll go easy on you - you won’t have to count this time.” You paused. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

You landed five strokes to his ass, watching as the red welts raised on his skin. You landed one slap to each ball, chuckling as Scott cursed and cried out after each of the seven.

When you were done, you helped him up, letting him lay down on the bed. You climbed on top of him, straddling him. “You did so good for me,” you praised, trailing kisses down his neck and chest, sucking a mark into his collarbone. “If only you’d been that good while I was away…”

“I’m sorry,” Scott gasped, his fingers fisting the bed sheets as he fought against the urge to touch you. You always made him ask for permission first and he didn’t want to get punished again. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“I know you will, baby,” you cooed, kissing him. “You’re gonna be so good that you won’t cum for another week...but that’s not gonna stop me from riding you right now. Do you think you can handle it?”

Scott nodded, fighting the urge to cum as you sank down on his cock and rode him to your own orgasm.