#p.ower dynamics

Scar chuckles softly, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close. His other hand returns to typing on his keyboard. “Cuddles can be provided,” he agrees. “Though I’m afraid they may be a bit limited. Cubby sent me an email that needs answering—important Hotguy stuff.”

Grian makes an unhappy noise at that, simply making herself comfortable on him. Scar doesn’t mind much, he loves any excuse to hold her—having her in his lap is only a bonus. He’s content to let her sit where she is as he works.

Though perhaps that was his first mistake.

He doesn’t notice it right away, wrapped up in reviewing the email he was sent. Ten minutes or so go by, and Grian seems comfortable in his lap. That is, until, he feels her starting to fidget. Scar brushes the observation off, aware that by nature Grian tends to be a restless person, never quite sitting still for too long. He simply lets her do as she pleases for now.

That is until he feels her shift again and he happens to notice something wet pressing against his thigh. The same one that Grian is resting on. Scar pauses in his work momentarily, instead focusing on his girlfriend for a moment. “G? Are you alright?” he asks, but recognizing her fidgeting as gentle grinds against him, Scar can already figure out what has her so bothered.

“Fine,” Grian answers quickly, subtly hugging him a little tighter. “Just—trying to get comfortable.”

“Of course, of course.” Scar nods. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with the grinding you’re doing against my thigh, would it?”

He feels her stiffen in his lap at the callout, muscles remaining tense for a moment or so before she’s forcibly relaxing on him. “What grinding? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Ah, so she’s trying to play innocent here. Too bad Scar isn’t just going to let her get away with it. He gets too much enjoyment out of teasing her, she makes it easy to do it too. Her face gets all pretty and pink, her stubborn exterior faltering slightly. It’s such a treat.

“Really?” Scar drawls slowly. He makes a curious noise as he uses his hold on Grian to grind her hips against him. It gets him a delightful and sweet moan as she bucks into his crotch slightly, and Scar grins. “You’ve been caught red handed birdie. Is someone feeling needy?~” he teases her, making Grian grumble.

“Blame the stupid dream I had,” she huffs, petulant as she shifts on him, moving so that she’s directly over his crotch now that she’s been caught. “Can’t ignore it.”

Scar chuckles adoringly, pleased by her admittance. He moves his hand to cup her cheek as he tilts her head up, cooing, “So you came to me for some attention hm?”

Grian offers him a heatless glare, looking annoyed just for the sake of appearances. “Didn’t want to use a toy,” she says, almost defensive. “I don’t need to when you’re here already.”

“You’re adorable.” Scar kisses her nose with a soft smile before sighing quietly. “As much as I’d love to help you, this work needs to get done first.”

“Please?” Grian asks, looking at him. She wraps her arms properly around his shoulders, lying on him. “It’ll be quick…”

He sees the obvious trap, knows exactly where this’ll lead if he gives in to her. Scar tuts at her, shaking his head. “Oh no missy, I know how you are,” he refutes, playful. “Plus Cub’s email is time sensitive, I need to answer him soon.”

That gets him an unhappy pout from Grian. She’s not the patient sort, and Scar knows this well. She does have her toys.. some of Scar’s cologne is still clinging to her pillows too. There’s nothing stopping her from getting her vibrator and curling up in bed. But, no. Grian decided the minute she woke up that she wanted Scar, not her own wrist and a fantasy. She doesn’t care how long it takes him, she’ll wait.

Luckily, Scar extends a bit of pity to her, humming quietly. “How about this? I’ll let you cockwarm me, but I’m expecting you to sit still,” he says, an underlying sternness in his voice. Grian’s heart jumps, warmth shooting into her gut as she stares at him. “If you’re a good girl I’ll fuck you when I’m done with this email.”

Grian’s answer are immediate eager nods, agreement tumbling out of her mouth as her eyes widen, “Yes, yep, yeah, I’ll sit still.” Her hands are already moving for his belt, undoing it and pulling his cock out of his boxers. Pupils dilating at the sight of him, Grian feels another wave of arousal flood her, cunt wet with need. She gives him a few pumps with her hand, feeling him harden under her touch. Scar groans lowly at the feeling, hips jerking forward. Not wanting to keep either of them waiting for too long, Grian lifts herself up, panties being pulled down and off.

“Wait—” Scar starts, being cut off by a choked moan as Grian fully sinks down on him. He grabs her waist on instinct, holding her still—as if she planned on moving.

“Fuck,” Grian lewdly moans, taking him all the way to the hilt. She stretched herself out before coming in here to find him, and she’s glad she did so. She’s able to take him fully, sitting so that her skin is flush against Scar’s without trouble. Like this, there’s a part of Grian that feels whole, the overwhelming need for her lover lowering to a soft simmer. Satisfaction curls in her stomach, warm and soft as she accommodates to the feeling of Scar inside her. She wraps her arms around his middle with a quiet mewl, moaning.

“I was going to offer to prep you but… seems like you beat me to it huh?” Scar coos at her, a teasing note in his voice. As always, Grian feels amazing around him. She’s a tight squeeze but so warm and wet, pulling him in. And like this, he can feel how deep he is inside her, making him shiver. Grian is intoxicating, but Scar is in love with that. He never wants to quit.

Grian nods her head with a quiet exhale, moving to kiss him. “Did it already,” she says against his lips.

Scar looks at her with a mix of mirth and amusement. “So desperate for me, my pathetic bird… absolutely insatiable is what you are,” Scar hums as he looks down at her, moving to card his hand through her ashen blonde strands. His words are mocking yet warm, and he can see the way Grian positively melts as a result. He kisses her forehead, “Are you going to be a good girl now and stay where you are?” He lifts a brow. “That includes no funny business—you’re not moving, and neither am I.”

“Mmhm.” Grian nods in answer with a content hum, leaning into the hand petting her hair.

Chuckling, Scar shakes his head fondly. “We’ll see how long that lasts.” He’d like to believe her, but he knows Grian like the back of his hand. It’s a toss up between whether she’ll actually try to listen to him or not. He has no doubt she’ll end up trying to push the limits thanks to her loss in patience. “You just sit here, comfortable and filled.” He gives her hair another pet before returning to his laptop.

“Mmgh, yes sir…” Grian sighs, sagging against his chest. Her heart beats hastily in her chest, loud against her ribcage as a steady, pulsing, warmth floods her. She tucks her head into the crook of Scar’s neck, letting her eyes fall shut. Some of the lust in her stomach has settled now with her sitting on Scar’s dick, bringing at least some relief to her. Her hips have this ever present urge to twitch, to jerk forward and grant herself pleasure. But she so badly wants Scar to fuck her when he’s done, and that hinges on her sitting still. It’s a hard urge to fight, yet Grian tries her hardest. She wants to be good for him, wants him to say she’s been a good girl and take her apart.

With a quiet whine, Grian digs her fingers into his shirt where she holds him, pushing her head further against him.

Her efforts to listen to him are not lost on Scar, who keeps an arm around her waist. He returns to working on his laptop, going through the email Cub sent him. It’s a Hotguy related report, compiling data he’s gathered on patrol recently. The last thing Scar wants to be doing right now is comparing data and reports when he has Grian right here, but unfortunately this can’t be avoided. Exhaling quietly, Scar lays his head against Grian’s pressing a soft kiss to her neck as he pulls open his reports from the past week.

Time crawls forward slowly for Scar, eyes flicking toward the electronic clock in the bottom right hand corner of his screen. For the most part, it’s easy to focus on his work. Grian has stayed true to her word thus far, sitting still and not moving. Her head hasn’t moved from Scar’s neck, hands still clinging to his shirt. Outside of the occasional feeling of her clenching around him, Grian hasn’t done anything. It almost makes Scar wonder if she fell asleep. It wouldn’t be the first time.

That doesn’t mean Scar himself has an easy time focusing though. Gentle sparks of pleasure continuously run up his spine, warmth bursting in his gut over and over. This is just as much of a test for Scar as it is for Grian. He’s practically invited his own seducer to sit with him and endlessly tempt him until he’s completed his task. Straying from it is hard to resist, but he keeps reminding himself that Cub needs this sooner rather than later.

So Scar continues to work, the soft sounds of typing filling the air. He finds himself feeling quite proud of Grian after an hour ticks by. He can see just how hard she’s trying to listen to him.

That is, until, they hit the hour-thirty mark, and Grian shifts her hips slightly. She quietly moans, “Scar…”

Arousal blossoms in the pit of his gut, and Scar tightens his hold on her slightly. “Hmmm?”

“Ngh, please,” Grian whines, squirming where she is. “I need you…” When she pulls back to look at him, Scar sees how fuzzy her eyes are, pupils blown so wide, brown irises looking more deep brown than light. “Don’t hnn wanna keep waiting.” She tries to grind herself down on him, but Scar immediately stops her, holding her still. In return, Grian makes the cutest frustrated noise as she glares up at him.

“Didn’t I promise to take care of you if you were good for me?” Scar questions, grabbing her chin. He runs his thumb along her bottom lip, hearing her breath hitch. “Just be patient pretty bird, I know you can do it.” He kisses the corner of her mouth. “I’m almost done, you’ve been so good. I promise I’ll reward you.”

Grian makes another frustrated noise, weakly rocking herself on his cock. Scar continues to hold her still as she settles back down, now with the occasional twitch of her hips. He can tell her patience is running out, and he’d be lying if he said his wasn’t as well. The once silent room is flooded with Grian’s begging whines and frustrated moans, squirming all over. Her cute little noises are right by Scar’s ear, testing his own patience.

Her breath is so loud, so tempting. “Sir please,” Grian quietly begs him again and Scar can feel the strings of his sanity snapping one by one. The threads are fraying, breaking with each piece that tears.

“Good girls are patient, Grian. Unless you want to be treated like a brat..?” Scar purposely trails off, making her groan with annoyance.

“Haven’t I been patient enough?” she grumbles. “Come on, Scar.” Slowly, tantalizingly, Grian rolls her hips on him, and Scar has to stop himself from bucking up into her. “Why not focus on something more important..?”

Hands pausing over his keyboard, Scar looks away from his screen to the beauty in his lap. “Grian,” he warns, and there’s a flicker of excitement briefly in Grian’s eyes that he catches.

In an act of retaliation, Grian leans back to shut his laptop off. She regards him with a smug look after, grinding herself as much as she can. She mewls quietly, staring at Scar. “Mmm… stop ignoring me and fuck me ‘til I can’t walk,” Grian demands, stubborn and firm and Scar lightly digs his fingers into her waist just to hear her breath hitch. “‘m done with waiting.” She’s nothing but orders and demands even as Scar actively stops her from moving on his cock. Somehow, Grian looks fucked-out, and they haven’t done much.

But oh Scar loves when she gets like this—bratty and stubborn, being difficult with him for one reason or another. And with how Grian is right now, Scar thinks he’s going to have plenty of fun with her.

Moving, Scar grabs hold of her hair with a hand, tugging hard at the strands and forcing her head back. Grian gasps in pleasure, lightly clawing at the front of his shirt. He holds her down entirely, cutting off her slow rolling hips.

“You just can’t wait, can you,” he sighs, looking at her unimpressed. “Couldn’t even let me save my email first… and now it’s probably gone. Do you know how long I spent working on it, Grian?” Scar’s voice drops low and frustrated—this was just as torturous for him too. “Three hours, give or take. And your refusal to be patient just erased it. Now how are you going to make that up to me, pet?” He narrows his eyes at her, and Scar delights in the whimper he draws from his lover.

“S-Scar—” Grian stammers, cutting off with a choked noise as Scar tugs on her hair again.

“Ah buh-buh, I don’t want to hear it, brat,” he cuts her off, feeling the way she clenches around him. “If you had just been a bit more patient, I would’ve finished up and there wouldn’t be an issue. But you’re so desperate that all you could think about was yourself.” Scar shakes his head, clicking his tongue in disappointment. “You want to be fucked that badly? Alright. But we’re doing it my way.”

Scar doesn’t elaborate further when he wraps his hands under Grian’s thighs to lift her up with him. She makes a dazed, confused noise as his cock slips out, and Scar shushes her. Slipping off his pants and boxer, he makes it a few steps before they’re falling into bed, Scar crawling over her. He pins her down on his mattress, firmly frowning. “I was really hoping to reward you for being so good. But after the stunt with my laptop, I guess I will have to treat you like a brat.” Grian looks up at him with wide eyes, and Scar crashes his lips into hers as he roughly presses her down into the mattress. She can feel the head of his dick settling right at her entrance. “Ngh, so fucking desperate for my cock—take it then.” He gives no warning before slamming back into her wet cunt.

Grian breaks the kiss with a shattered moan as Scar fucks right into her, body lighting up as if it were being electrified. He’s fast and hard from the start, moving the mattress with them as his hips rock. Lips reclaim hers as she whines and pants, all strangled sounds. Scar floods her system, every brush against her walls leaving Grian ruined. She moves her hands to try and grab him, but Scar doesn’t let her, instead grabbing her hands and pinning her wrists down. There’s no chance for her to catch her breath, not as stars appear in her vision. Their mouths move desperately against each other, as if it’s been years since they last kissed.

“S-Sc—ah-ah, ngh—Scar..!” Grian cries, feeling him work his cock into her at a fast pace. Her hands twist feebly under his grip, still loose enough to give her some agency. She moans wordlessly, shamelessly, gasping as her body rocks with each thrust. Stars are in her eyes, pleasure exploding in her stomach. Finally is she being ruined after being worked up for so long. “O-Oh god, yes, ah-ah, yes..!” Each thrust hits her sweet spot right from the get go, leaving Grian a mess.

Scar’s lips drop down to her collar, covering whatever expanse of her he can. She feels so good, even better now that he’s able to move inside her. He immediately latches onto her skin, biting at her neck. As always, Scar follows the need to mark her up, to leave no doubt that Grian is his. He feels her squirm under him, hands flexing helplessly in his grip. “We’re not finished until I’m satisfied. Gonna, ah, use you over and over—but you’ll like that won’t you? Dirty pet.” Trailing wet lips down over her skin, Scar’s touch is sloppy, needy. He nips at her, keeps thrusting steadily.

Grian whines in answer, still straining against his grip. The sounds of skin meeting skin reaches her ears, echoing and ringing. Scar’s pounding her so good she can barely even think. He’s leaving her breathless, body trembling. God she wants to hug him, wants to feel his body pressing close against hers. Not that she needs the feeling of safety right now, but she wants to feel trapped in his arms, wants to be reminded of how easily he can move her around. She just wants Scar, selfishly and greedily, more than she already does.

“I want a yes or no, sweet thing. I know you can take more than just this before going brainless on me, yeah?” Scar grunts, dragging his lips down to her collar. He kisses the warm skin there, kissing around the collar of her shirt. His voice is saccharine and sweet, coated with a layer of gentleness to hide the wolf beneath, to pull Grian right in. He follows it with a thrust that jerks them forward, earning a strangled noise from the beauty below him.

“Fuh, angh, y-yes,” Grian groans. “Unhh want t’be good for you, yes, please—more, gimme more—” she forces out through a strangled cry, trying to remember how to form words. She gasps, feeling him slow down, switching to deeper grinds. The thrusts are slower yet just as overwhelming. She tries to grab hold of the blanket, needing some kind of anchor to reality. The only things she can focus on is the way Scar feels inside her, how he feels wrapped around her. Warmth, so much warmth. She whines as she sinks into him, feeling him bury his cock to the hilt again and again, holding her.

“You wanna be good for me, baby? I know you can.” Scar coos as he buries his head into her neck, feeling her clench around him, shuddering in his grasp. He pants against her skin, grinding his hips right into hers. Fuck she’s gonna ruin him, leave him breaking above her just from the image alone. Scar nips at her neck just to hear Grian keen, her voice his ultimate vice, what sends him into ruin. He’s going to litter her with his marks. “W-What a sweet girl you are, letting me take you like this, begging so pretty. How needy.”

“Not—ngh, not needy,” Grian tries to argue, squirming under him. It’s a futile attempt, considering they both know just how needy she can be. But for the sake of her pride, she argues back.

“Aren’t you?” Scar pulling back to look at her with a raised brow. “You’ve been begging me to fuck you this whole time. Sounds like a-a needy brat to me.” He picks up his pace once more, earning a strangled squeal from his lover as he pistons his hips. “It’s—mmmm—adorable, sweetheart.” He moves to kiss her, feeling Grian mewl into his mouth. Her lips are so soft and warm on his, he loves it. And when Scar pulls back some, Grian chases his lips without second thought. He chuckles as he lets her pull him in for another kiss, still rolling his hips into hers.

“Scar,” Grian whines against his lips, high pitched and muffled by their kiss. She breaks it as Scar plants his lips along her neck once more, hungry and heated. “Please—want you—” She’s been waiting for this since she woke up, being teased for who knows how long. “Please, yes—” She feels him nudge her legs a little further apart to press himself deeper inside her and Grian gasps.

“My poor birdie. You have me, I’m here,” Scar coos, burying his face against her. He feels her squeeze him, making him choke on his pleasure. “Yeah, just like that… ah, hah… y’take it so good baby, like you were made for me.” He groans as he works his length into her, the sound of their hips music to his ears. He feels the way Grian’s throat vibrates with each moan and cry, how wonderfully he’s taking her apart. “Made for me and my cock, yeah?”

Keening at a particular thrust, Grian rapidly nods her head, head tossing back with a cry. “O-Oh fuck!” she whines, “Uh huh, hnn, yesyesyes.”

“All mine,” Scar groans with a heavy breath, hips continuing to thrust quickly back and forth into her. “Should I fuck you stupid?” he murmurs to her. “Make your head nice and empty ngh so all you can think about is taking me?” he purrs, adding a teasing bite to her ear just to hear her whine. He latches onto her neck again, leaving mean bites along the her cream complexion. He feels her body jerk with a rough thrust, earning himself a warbled noise.

“S-Scar!” Grian yelps, clinging to him. Below them, the bed rocks in time with Scar’s thrusts, shaking the frame. So effortlessly does Scar ruin her with his hasty, deep thrusts. His cock fills her so well, rubbing against her and making her whine. His pace is steady, quick, fucking her right into the mattress and Grian knows she won’t last long. How can she, when she spent so long in his lap, being teased by him? The pent up frustration, the feeling of him inside her, and now being taken apart without mercy?

“S-Scar, Scar!” she gasps, keening when she feels him press right against her sweet spot. Grian wraps her legs around him to pull him in, to keep him right where he is. “Please ngh please sir, fuh hah.” She squeezes her eyes, head thrown back against the pillow once more. When she looks up at him, his murky green eyes are dark with lust, with need, but also affection. Love.

Hot, hungry lips are surging forward to capture hers, tongue licking into her mouth. Grian’s eyes slip shut as she moans again, letting Scar do whatever the hell he wants with her. She kisses him back desperately, needing him. She’s so close, feeling that heat in her belly expand, warming and becoming tighter. Scar swallows up every noise of hers, rolling his hips right into her.

Their kiss breaks when Scar pulls away, fervent lips dipping right under her jaw. “Poor thing, being so worked up for so long. Ah, gh—just a bit of attention and you’re practically s-squeezin’ me,” he murmurs, breathless and husky. He moves her wrists so that he’s able to hold them with only one of his hands, the other darting to grip her waist. Scar roughly pulls her back into each quick thrust, earning himself a yelped cry of pleasure. “G-God, love when you get like this, desperate to be filled and ruined.”

“Ah, ah, feel so good, s’good fucking me, I—!” Grian gasps. “Love you… hngh s’much,” she whines. She’s so close, fingers twitching at the realization. Scar must realize it too, as he pulls her hips. He pants by her ear as Grian digs her heel into his lower back with a strangled moan.

“Do you want to come, sweetheart?” Scar asks. “Are you close?”

Grian frantically nods, barely able to keep it together. “Ah, hah, Scar, don’t stop, oh please I wanna come,” she begs without even needing to be prompted or asked, drunk off the pleasure in her brain. “M-Make me come, please, please, hnhh!”

“Since you begged me so sweetly,” Scar whispers, voice full of nothing but pure warmth. He moves his hand down to her cunt, circling her clit with a finger, rubbing it roughly. Grian’s orgasm cuts off her breath as she tenses, clenching tightly around Scar. Bliss floods her system as she finishes with a high pitched gasp, breath stuttering around the syllables of Scar’s name.

There’s a pair of warm lips mouthing at the spot just under her chin as Scar fucks her right through her orgasm. Grian whines as her head naturally tilts for him. He doesn’t stop his movements, leaving Grian to short circuit as he continues to ruin her. Scar leans in, bundling her up in his arms. “Wrap your arms around me,” he orders softly, and Grian’s breath catches in her throat. “Can you do that, princess?”

Lust floods her system all over again at Scar’s husky voice. “Uh huh,” she murmurs breathlessly, reaching up to hold him. Her arms fit snugly around his frame, under his own as her palms rest flat against his back. Even through his shirt, Grian can feel how warm he is, and she squeezes him tighter. Scar laughs quietly by her ear, nuzzling his nose against her cheek. As he does so, he returns to slamming his hips into her. Grian presses her fingers hard into his back, a choked moan spilling from her throat. “Scar..!”

In turn, Scar’s lips latch onto her neck, biting and kissing, leaving little butterflies to tingle against her skin. “T-Told you, was gonna take you until I was satisfied baby.” He presses himself deep inside her, making Grian keen at the feeling. Pleasure races along her skin, traces her body wherever she and Scar touch. The kisses given to her feel so safe and comforting, Grian doesn’t want them to stop. She wants to drown in Scar, if he’ll let her.

Her heart is loud, her body trembles from stimulation, but already is she so turned on it hurts. “Please, please—” She doesn’t want Scar to stop, god not yet. She wants to feel Scar when he comes undone inside her. He asked her if she liked him using her, hadn’t he? Grian wants to feel more of him, wants him to leave her ruined and filled to the brim. She wants to be under his touch, his body, his gaze. She wants him to hold her in his arms forever.

“C-Cutie,” Scar coos at her with a little laugh, pressing a kiss to her throat. Grian whines. “Just once wasn’t enough for a greedy little thing like you, h-hmm?” His pace stutters as he works his hips, focusing his lips and teeth on her throat, just under her jaw. “Ngh, gonna k-keep being good for me sweetheart? Let me come inside you?”

Grian digs her fingers into him at the burst of overstimulation she feels, but it’s so good. She tries to nod against him, eager and needy. “Y-Yes sir, hah..!”

Scar steals Grian’s breath all in one go, pushing her into the bed while he fucks her open. Grian moans and grabs a fistful of his shirt, awkwardly moving herself so she can grind back on him. She tugs him in, leaving some of her own kisses on his jaw, her hand lifting to grab his hair to angle him. Her touch leaves Scar groaning, giving her a thrust that has her crying out against his skin. She feels him lightly smack her ass, making pleasure shoot right through her as she jolts. “M-Mmf! Again..!” Grian whines in return, and she moans as he listens, just as light as the first time.

“Fuck, you’re addicting,” Scar breathes, drowning himself in her. It leaves Grian’s brain melting on her, it leaves whines and pitched mewls leaving her mouth. “G-Gonna fuck you over and over, angh, ah, hah, leave you leaking with my cum. How does that sound, h-hm? You’ve gnh been such a good girl, after all.”

“Yes, ngh Scar..!” Grian gasps as she feels him move to circle her clit once more. She pants, pulling on his hair with a warbled noise of pleasure. It’s so much, so, so much. Her back arches just slightly, pulling him in closer as she wraps her legs around him. She turns into a bundle of noises in his arms as he takes her, pleasures her. Their hips meet with wet sounds and Grian’s mewling as she crashes their lips together.

Scar moans into her lips as she kisses him, thrusts continuous. Grian’s kiss is rough and needy, mouth moving against his with urgency and a desperation for connection, an anchor in everything she feels. Her lips are warm and soft, and their kiss muffles the quiet ‘ah!’ that leaves her every time he presses himself inside her. Scar kisses her like she’s the air he needs to breathe, like she’s his source of solace in turbulence. Grian’s fingers tug lightly on his hair and Scar rewards her with a rough thrust.

“Mmph!” she gasps and full of greed, Scar swallows it up, coming back for more.

He holds her close, rubs at her clit without mercy, bites at her bottom lip. They break for air, staring at one another. Scar takes in the sight of Grian’s flushed face, her dark eyes, her swelling lips. He watches as her brows knit together in pleasure, pretty pink lips forming the syllables of his name.

“S-Scar—”

She calls to him, and like the hopeless, greedy man he is, Scar calls back.

“G—”

Their lips fall together again, breaths loud as they pant and noises fill up the air. Grian is squirming under him, she’s pulling him closer, closer, and Scar feels the way her breasts move as he fucks her. He kisses her over and over, licks at her bottom lip for more. She opens to him, as she always does, and Scar explores her mouth for a nth time, and he’ll do it a thousand times more. He’s lost in the feeling of her, of how she tastes, of how warm and wet she is around him.

Grian tries to hold on to as much of Scar as possible, heels digging into his lower back, fingers gripping the back of his shirt. She can’t think, can’t feel anything outside of what Scar is doing to her. Very vaguely is she aware of the saliva dribbling from her mouth as they kiss, but it’s more of an abstract note to make for later. Heat is rushing through her body and she cries into Scar’s mouth as she comes a second time, nails pressing into his scalp.

He rubs her clit a few more times before pulling his hand away, but he doesn’t stop his thrusts. They seem to get harder, rocking the bed slightly as he rails her right into it. Grian chokes on a gasp, forced to break away from their kiss.

“S-Sca-fffu—ck ah-ah-ah..!” Grian’s voice comes out shaking, barely able to form properly words as her brain melts down further. Scar fucks her right into overstimulation and oh god. It’s so much.

Those heated lips are back to her skin, teeth biting and sucking little patches on her neck. “G-God baby,” Scar moans into her skin, slipping his hand under her shirt and bra to play with her breast. “My ngh p-perfect little toy… a-almost there.”

Grian feels overwhelmed, body experiencing too many sensations at once. She’s sensitive from coming twice, trembling like a leaf as tears prick her eyes. She can’t take it, it’s too much, but it feels so fucking good. Her hips jerk back, she pulls Scar closer, as if she could mold them together like a marble statue. She feels the head of his cock brush her cervix, and Grian sobs. She breaks, vision watering from how good he feels. She can’t do it. Can’t handle it. She’s shaking as she clings to her lover.

“T-Too much hnhh! Can’t take any—any more—” She barely even recognizes her own voice when she speaks, too fucked out as her body rocks with Scar’s. “C-Can’t—!”

Scar’s warm lips are meeting her cheek ever so lovingly, and Grian soaks up the touch like a sponge. “Shh, shhh, I know bun,” he coos to her, pressing another kiss to her cheek. He doesn’t slow down, doesn’t stop his pace. She’s glad he doesn’t, in her hazy sea of thoughts. If Grian really wanted him to, she’d use their safe word. But all she does is whine his name, hold him tighter while her face twists in pleasured overstimulation.

“S-Scar—hnn ah ah a-ah—Scar, fuck, I can’t—” She’s slipping, being pulled down as pleasure consumes her. More tears gather in her eyes, and a hard thrust from Scar sends them spilling right over. “Can’t take it! O-Oh please!” She’s not quite sure what she’s asking for, just saying words more than anything, needing some sort of outlet.

“Aw, I know angel, it’s alright. Fhu—h-hah… y’look so cute under me like this, t-taking my cock so well, like ‘s where you belong.” Scar squishes her against him as he fucks her, continuing to kiss her face. Under him, Grian lets out a warble as he grinds his hips into her. “O-Oh I know, it’s so much for a poor thing like you, but you’ll make me so proud of you. I know you can be my good girl mmgh.” His words are sympathetic yet not, kind as they contrast his cruel movements.

He overwhelms her, and then overwhelms her some more. Grian’s head is spinning, sinking into the haze of delicious bliss as Scar pulls her apart piece by piece. She can’t she can’t she can’t.

“Y-You’re doing s’good for me sweetheart,” Scar groans. “Just like that—see? Doesn’t that feel good, baby?”

Every touch of his lips, every nibble of his teeth, and thrust of his hips leave Grian writhing below him. Her breaths come out in heavy pants, strangled moans spilling from her. She cries, tears spilling down her cheeks. Scar is all encompassing, covering every inch of her. They don’t have to remove the layers of clothing between them for Grian to feel like they’re molding together, unable to tell who starts and who begins. It’s just Scar, Scar, Scar, Scar in her head, her body, her heart. He touches every part of her, even the parts not seen on the surface. She can hardly stand it.

Her thoughts feel like molasses, thick and syrupy as they slip away from her. She’s drunk on him, his pleasure, his body, his touch, his cock.

“Amayzin’… you feel s’good Gri—y-yes ngh, oh Grian…” Scar squeezes her against him, moaning into her shoulder as his thrusts turn erratic and uncoordinated. He squeezes her hip when he hears her weak whine. “C’mon babygirl, I know you can take it all. Hah ah, Your greedy little cunt just keeps squeezing me for more...”

“S-Si—r pl’se, a-ah, oh, need—need’to..!” A mix of words and noises spill from Grian’s throat as Scar ruins her so thoroughly. She wants to be good, wants to show him that she can take it. Hot tears trail her cheeks as everything feels like too much, but her body sings every time Scar touches her. “H-hnn a-ah, pl’se..!” He’s driving her fucking crazy.

Lifting his head up, he looks at her with so much love. “Shhh, shhhh, it’s alright bunny. You look s’gorgeous, crying for me.” Scar kisses her so lovingly, watching how she cries. He’s not gonna last much longer, not with Grian falling apart at the seams. She’s beautiful, so damn beautiful. “You’re enchanting like this, under me, ah-ah taking whatever I give you. Y-You’re beautiful.” He lays kiss after kiss to her skin—her face, neck, jaw, even kisses her through her shirt as he plays with her chest. “S’pretty, my pretty, pretty birdie. I-It’s alright ah, you’re doing s’good sweetheart, so soft and sweet. You can do one more for me, yeah? Ngh, y’want my cum?”

Grian sobs in pleasure. She’s gonna break. “Please, p-please, ghu! S’fucking deep!”

“Just one more, sunshine, be a good girl for me,” Scar coos, voice rough and filled with pleasure. “Mmgh, want you to come on my cock when I breed you. Need t’feel you squeezin’ and t-taking every last drop of me.”

Grian sobs at a well timed thrust right against her sweet spot, clumps of tears rolling down her face. She comes with a quiet little cry, clenching around him.

“Close princess.” Scar buries his face into Grian’s neck as he slams his hips two more times, the heat in his stomach expanding before it spills over. “F-Fuck, Grian!” Scar trembles as he comes inside her, eyes shutting with a broken moan. Grian whimpers by his ear, holding him so tightly as he fills her up. Scar holds her just as tightly, gently working his hips into her, fucking his cum deeper—when a pained whine from his lover sounds, Scar stops as soon as he hears it. Carefully, slowly, he pulls himself out.

Grian grimaces at the feeling until she’s empty once more. Heart pounding in her chest, she looks at Scar with cloudy eyes, a sign he knows well.

He hovers above her for a moment to watch the last of her tears roll down her face, looking almost like crystals in the lighting. Watching them, Scar can’t resist the need to kiss her, and his lips meet each tear that falls so sweetly. Grian sighs with a shaky exhale, body relaxing under his loving touches. She lets her eyes close as she leans up into each press of his lips. Endless love and affection pours from every kiss, making her smile softly. She feels Scar nuzzle her cheek, and she laughs quietly.

“Was I too rough?” Scar questions softly, a note of concern ringing in his voice.

Opening her eyes to look at him, Grian quietly shakes her head. She reaches to cup his face in her hands, dragging her thumb across his cheekbone. “No,” she murmurs sweetly. “You were good. Really good. I liked every bit of it.” Gingerly, Grian gestures for Scar to lean in closer, and he wastes not a single second in answering her call. She presses their lips together in a sweet, loving kiss. It’s warm and gentle, steady yet slow. They’re not in a rush, there’s no desperation in their search for connection. They simply kiss to feel one another, two mouths moving against each other with affection.

“Good, good… I liked it too, even though it was a spur of the moment thing,” Scar says softly. He leans on her more, his comforting weight pressing her into his bed further. “Hey, have I ever mentioned how much I love seeing you in my bed?” he then asks, brushing some of Grian’s hair out of her face before curling his hand to cup her cheek. “Because I love seeing you in my bed. A lot.”

Grian huffs at him, playfully rolling her eyes as she leans into his touch. “Mmm… you’ve only mentioned it once or five times, dork.” She steals another kiss from him. “But I happen to like your bed just as much as you like seeing me in it.”

Something in Scar’s expression softens and grows so impossibly warm, like he’s hearing her say something like that for the first time. His green eyes light up like the sun peeking through patches of leaves, love swirling around as he looks at her. He captures her lips with his own, and Grian hums quietly, pulling him closer by the shoulders as they kiss. Her hand tangles in Scar’s hair, drawing him closer, closer, molding her mouth against his. Scar sighs peacefully into her kiss, so very sweet and adoring.

“I love you,” he mumbles to her, pulling away to rest his forehead on hers. “I love you s’much G.”

Grian’s chest squeezes with an unbearable amount of affection for this man. “I love you too, Scar,” she returns, just as quiet. “More than you know.”

Scar rolls onto his side seconds after, pulling Grian with him. He tucks her against his front, leaving her to settle her head right under his chin. She throws an arm over him, just under his ribs, as Scar lays his hand on the curve of her hip. “Getting comfortable, are we?” Grian teases lightly. “I thought dragging you into cuddling was my thing.”

“Hmmm well, maybe I could use a nap myself,” Scar replies, cheeky. “Maybe I want to cuddle now, and I believe I do owe you some.”

Grian nuzzles against him, sighing quietly. “Can we wash up first at least?” she questions. “Feels gross and sticky. I refuse to cuddle like this.”

Feeling lips press against her head, Scar hums. “I’ll go grab the washcloth…”

“Can I have one of your shirts too?” Grian looks up at him, pleading with her eyes alone.