Can I request a nsfw scenario about Sonic with (fem)s/o, who has a kink on his scars? //sorry for bad english//
Itwould be a lie if you said that you didn’t like the way the rough, callousedskin on his scar feels. Felt. It wasnever long before Sonic moved your hands away from them to his soft andunblemished face. He hated you touching them. You could tell; his beautifulface will frown slightly when your hands glanced over them, but you couldn’thelp it. He was stretching now, a wild grin on his pale face, his silky blackhair sticking to his face. He had just finished his training exercises. Hisface was flushed from the work, he looked wild. Free. Truthfully, you wonderedif it was possible to be more attracted to him than you were now. He alwayssmirked when you stared at him, accentuating and exaggerating whatever he wasdoing before. You laughed at his antics and he stretched higher than he had.Hands over his head, shaking his glistening hair out. His scars peak from hiswaistband and your eyes soon followed. Long and pink, sensitive layers offlesh.
“Sonic~,” your finger curled to beckon him towards you — Quick. It was quick. Hisbody on top of yours, hovering. You didn’t think you would ever get used to howfast Sonic was. You tugged at hiswaistband and he responded by grinding his hips into your own. Your handsghosted over the flesh of his stomach, onto the area around the scarsdecorating his lower abdomen.
“I know where your pesky little hands were going,” helowered his voice, locking both your wrist above your head as he bit on theflesh on your neck gently. Sonic and his affinity for hickeys.
“I don’t,” you paused, entwining your legs around hiswaist, “know what you’re talking about. I was just feeling my boyfriend’sbody.” You could feel Sonic smile against your neck.
He looked at you, he was silent for several seconds. Hewore a mildly confused expression on his face before masking it again. Youanswered his unspoken question by removing his shirt. He just watched you, likeyou were his prey. His eyes were so intense but you weren’t going to let himwin this one.
“They’re so pretty on your skin,” youtouched the side of one of his scars, idly tracing the top of it. You wentalong the pale line of his scar before he caught your hand. He shook his head, his first and final warning. You glanced athim and he let your hands fall. Coarse skin. You couldn’t lie, he had warnedyou and your position underneath him now, writhing as he enters you swiftly isyour fault.
God, he was alwaysso damn precise even now. Even now, his thrusts were quick and never faltering.Your hands grasped his black locks of hair as he drove deeper into you. Hisbites against your neck were getting harder and your moans were filling up theliving room. Sonic was quiet as he always was, his soft intake of breath wasthe only sound from him. Your hand moved from his hair to the skin of his back,where a plethora of scars adorned the creamy pale skin of his back. You couldn’thelp yourself; you circled a scar absentmindedly and his thrust became erratic.You touched another on the far left of his back with your index finger and youheard a sharp inhale. You giggled in response. Raked your fingers over theexpanse of his back, over his scars. Sensitivity,that’s what it was. Sensi—
He drove into you, harder than before. “Shit!” hecursed into your neck, the loudest he’s been this entire time. He was hidinghis face, he wasn’t willingly going to let you see him flush. His hips flesh onyour body. He was getting rougher in response to your ministrations. H-hittingthat sweet spot. Your nails dug into the flesh of his back.
“Don’t breakthe skin,” his voice was low, it was cracking, he was losing his composure. Foronce in his life, he was having trouble keeping himself together.
“S-sonic,”you moaned, tried to moan more like, you lost your voice in the middle ofsaying his name. Damn. You were close and so was he. Your nails dug harder intohis back and his thrusts reflected that. God, he was pounding you into his couch. He wasbarely keeping an even pace but he was going to power through; everyone knowsSonic likes to finish with a modicum of poise.
You tried tokeep your eyes open. Half lidded….barely open. Eyes closed. You could feel yourorgasm coming. Tight. Euphoria. Rawness. And. And. You couldn’t think straight; you felt like you were floating.Weightless. Goddamnit, Sonic. Sonic was good.
“You wantsomething from the store?” Sonic smirked at how disheveled you were. He was nolonger on top of you but leaning against the door frame. Staring at you. You narrowedyour eyes at him. Your legs were still shaking, your thighs jelly.
He walkedtowards you, kneeling in front of you and stroked the inside of your thigh. Itshook at his touch and he smiled to himself.
“Touch myscars again,” he warned you and you bit your lip, trying to calm the smile thatwas threatening your face. “And I’ll fuck you into the couch. Again.”
You tried,you really did try to stop the quip from escaping but alas, fate has a way of forcingthings to happen.
“Is that apromise?” You teased him, your hands touched his lean muscles through hisshirt. He narrowed his eyes at you. And pounced.
