Ahem.. reader (or hermit of your choosing) asking Scar prompt 38 :)
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Will do another one of these with Grian!! But I do want to get better at writing other things lol
> afab reader, gender neutral pronouns!
It's dim, the couch barely soft enough to be comfortable below you, as Scar crowds your space with his- caging you in with strong arms and gentle hands. He's slow and deliberate with each kiss and whisper, and God, it's intense.
You've done this before. The kissing, the heated touches and sensual caresses. It's familiar to you, in the same way tracing the pale raised lines on the back of Scar's palm is. Still, your breath hitches as he smooths his hands over parts of your body that nobody has touched before. His touch is soft, reverent, worshipping.
Your first instinct is to shy away from it- whine, push his hands away. He pulls you closer, asks in a hush tone, "please, pretty. Please, let me make you feel good?"
And God, how could you ever say no to that? To him? You nod jerkily, one of your canines catching on your bottom lip. Scar speaks up- still soft, but more coaxing now. "Words, sweetheart."
...You'd love to. Really, you would. Though, despite the familiarity of Scar and his touch, his lips, his voice- this is all so new. You've never done this before. "Scar, I've- um," you take a moment, darting your tongue out over your bottom lip as nerves dry your mouth out. "I've never done this before."
One of his hands that are on you, somewhere between your inner thigh and your knee, squeezes for barely a second. You raise your knee a bit, almost instinctively covering yourself up. He squeezed again, more intentionally this time. "Never? Really? You're this perfect, and you've never done this?" He's not meaning to make fun of you in any way.
He's not making fun of you, or teasing you, or- or whittling you down to the amount of times you've had sex. And he's not meaning to put so much emphasize your body, but...
"Sweetheart, you're perfect. I think about you, beneath me like this, a lot. Y'know that?" He leans in close when he speaks, lips brushing against your neck, the feeling of his warm breath eliciting a shudder from you.
It emboldens you, the praise, the feeling of it all, and so you gently raise a hand to cup his face.
Smoothing your thumb up and down his cheek, you whisper to him- "will you be my first?"
His breath hitches, and you watch him bite his lip for a few seconds. It's a pretty reaction out of him, one he usually gets out of you instead. His response is quiet and breathy, but to you it's loud and clear, "I'd do anything for you."
Minutes fly by and quickly, somehow with both your eagerness, clothes fall onto the floor and the back of the couch you still lay on. Scar's fingers work you open from the inside, kissing and touching up and down your body all the while. Again, he's painfully soft and deliberate, worshipping. Your hand is buried in his soft brown hair, twisted gently to ground yourself amidst the pleasure.
He says something about needing to open you up more, get you wet and dripping (as if you aren't already) and ready for his cock. The permission you give him is immersed in high whines and moans, turning higher and louder when he brings his mouth to your lovely cunt, fingers still buried inside of you. Going from kitten licks at your clit to smooth swipes of his tongue in and over your hole, you've gotten so close, you're almost there. "Please, Scar- please, please, 'm so close, so good, so close...!"
You come on his tongue, clenching and fluttering around his fingers as your hand tightens in his hair, drawing out low groans from your partner that only pleasure you more, creating a feedback loop for a few moments.
You still need more, when you come down from your high. He's right there, out of his clothes, and you're so close to getting his thick cock buried deep inside you. You need it.
"Scar, please, I- I need you-" he cuts you off, just momentarily, to steal a kiss. You continue after pulling away, undeterred. "Need y'r cock, please..."
And of course, like he said, he would do anything for you. You're wet and open for him now, stretched on four of his fingers and his tongue. He grasps his cock in his right hand, dragging his wet fingers over it up and down for not even five seconds, already achingly hard.
Still, when he lines up his cockhead to your cunt, he meets resistance when he first pushes in. You push your hips onto him, and the head pops in with a stretch. "Fuck, you're tight..." The swear catches you off guard, only serving to get you wetter as you take in the fact that it's you, taking him apart like this.
He pushes in inch by excruciatingly slow inch, wanting nothing less than to make this perfect for you, not hurt you whatsoever. Of course, it still burns, the stretch. He's big, of course it burns.
When he thrusts in that little bit more at the end, finally pushing in to the hilt, your breath leaves you in one high gasp as the tip of his dick pushes against your cervix. He's so deep, and you'll be feeling it for days, you know that. Still, you want more.
