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The neon lights travel through the sheer curtains of your bedroom, casting a soft pink glow over everything. You’ve been awake for hours, waiting for Scar to come home to you. The baby is tucked against you, sleeping peacefully, not even realizing her father isn’t home right now.
You’ve known Scar for years, having become Eva’s babysitter for when Scar would go out with the Firelights, sometimes not coming home until the next morning. It never bothered you before. He was doing what needed to be done.
But now… it’s harder . His missions with the Firelights were becoming more and more dangerous that sometimes you can’t help but stay up and worry. And now that you two are together, finally , it makes things more difficult for sure.
A few hours later, you’re on the verge of sleep but get woken up by a set of hands scooping Eva up. Instinctively, you grab her and then raise your fist to fight off whoever just grabbed her. You’re not exactly the best fighter, but you’re almost certain you could hold your own in an emergency.
“Woah, relax, babygirl. It’s just me.” A deep familiar voice chuckles in a hushed tone.
You sit up, finding Scar taking Eva into her room and then returning a moment later, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Since when are you ready for a fight?” He teases, starting to strip his clothes.
“Since I became a mother.” You whisper.
Despite being frustrated, you can’t tear your eyes away from him when he peels his shirt off, dropping it to the floor. He lifts up off the bed momentarily to take off his pants and then slides next to you, pulling you against him.
His piercing green eyes that always manage to see into your soul meet yours and he sighs softly. “I’m sorry, sweetheart-”
You instantly feel bad, knowing he’s only doing what needs to be done.
“No, don’t be. I’m sorry. I know what you’re doing is more important in the grand scheme of things.” You murmur, kissing his chest.
He shakes his head, reaching underneath the hem of your shirt and trailing his sharpened nails lightly up and down your back. “Not more important than you and Eva. If you want me to stop-”
“You can’t. Ekko needs you too much.” You murmur, trailing your own fingers over his chest. “But thank you.”
He sighs, knowing you’re right, and grabs your hand, bringing up to his lips. It’s a silent agreement that you’ll just suck it up until this fight is over. If it’ll ever be over…
“Did everything go-” You start but he rolls over on top of you, silencing you by crushing his lips to yours.
Scar’s sudden roughness leads you to believe that maybe he had a close call with death tonight. While you try to push that to the back of your mind, his lips make their way down your neck, his sharp teeth lightly grazing over your skin. You melt as his hands travel down to your hip, gripping tightly.
“ Scar- ” You whimper softly.
He lets out a soft growl letting you know he’s got you… that he needs you. He looks down at you for permission and when you nod, he pulls you up quickly so he can pull your t-shirt off. Technically, it’s his but you wear it more than he does. It’s comforting to wear when he’s not around.
Before you can reach up to kiss him, he kisses you first, pushing you back down to the mattress with a slight force and you smirk up at him.
“Look so pretty like this for me.” He whispers softly as he drags one hand down your chest, palming your breast while the other hand holds you by the hip, keeping you anchored.
You let out a whine, making him smirk as he squeezes with more pressure, dragging a breathless moan from you.
“So needy for me aren’t you? That’s the real reason you needed me to come home, wasn’t it? Needed me to fill this sweet little pussy, huh?” He’s right there in your ear, licking a stripe up your neck and teasing the lobe of your ear.
“ Fuck… Scar- ” You try to roll your hips against him to let him know you need him now .
“What do you want first? Tongue or cock?” He purrs, rubbing the pad of his thumb over your covered clit making your underwear rub just right to make you gasp.
He starts to pull your underwear down, discarding them to the floor as you wonder why he’s making you decide? He knows how indecisive you are when you’re needy and desperate for him. What happened to the roughness?
You look up at him. “ Tongue. ”
It comes out like a desperate plea. But you know he doesn’t mind one bit.
“Tongue it is, sweetheart.” He winks and then rolls over onto his back. “Come have a seat.”
You let out a breathless laugh and then straddle Scar’s face, eagerly.
“My favorite view.” Scar murmurs before wrapping his long, strong arms around your thighs and anchoring you down to his face so you can’t go anywhere.
He licks a long stripe up your already soaked warmth and your hands fly to his hair with a gasp, gripping tightly, making him moan against you. You both live for this kind of intimacy. The kind where you have to be as close as possible when you’re together. Sex doesn’t even have to be involved.
But it’s always a plus, isn’t it?
His grip on your thighs tightens as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. The moans that leave your lips sound absolutely sinful to your own ears. His lips tighten around your clit, sucking enough that you can feel your release coming a little too soon.
“ Fuck daddy… ” You whimper.
He hums roughly and the sound reverberates throughout your entire lower half, making you squirm. You look down at him and he throws you a wink, making you shake your head at him, amused.
One of his hands leaves your thighs so that he can run it up your stomach and then
grope your breast again. Your hand falls to his, letting him know exactly how to touch you. He doesn’t need it, though. He always just knows how you need him. His grip tightens, making a breathless whimper leave your mouth.
Scar’s tongue slips back down to your entrance, making the grip you have in his hair tighten. You take the moment to reach behind you into his briefs, wrapping your hand around his hardened length. He groans into you and you tighten your grip with a needy gasp.
“ Gods… babygirl… keep going. ” He encourages you, letting go of your thigh for only a second while he pulls his briefs down further for you.
You smirk down at him, stroking him exactly how he likes, deep and slow. He groans again and you give a slight twist, making his hips buck against your hand.
“Good girl… always know exactly how to handle me, don’t you?” He asks, his voice rough with need.
Your head falls back as you writhe against his face, continuing to pump his length until you start to feel your edge nearing.
“Gonna…” You gasp. “Sc-”
“ Fuck… do it , baby girl. Come on daddy’s face.” He groans, his grip on your body tightening.
All you can manage is a high pitched quiet whimper as you get thrown over your edge, your orgasm practically ripped from your body by Scar’s tongue. He doesn’t give you much time to come down from the high of it all before he pulls you off of his face and presses you into the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his waist.
“Sorry baby… need to be inside you right now… that okay?” He pleads, and all you have to do is nod before he pushes into you fully.
He growls as you let out a breathless gasp. Your fingers press into his strong shoulders as he buries himself inside of you, unable to move for a moment.
“So fucking wet.” He whispers into your neck, licking and biting softly as one hand travels up to the back of your neck and the other tightens on your hip. “All for me, hm, pretty girl?”
You whimper with a nod, barely able to say anything more. He chuckles, understanding, as he presses a kiss to your jaw. He slowly pulls out, only to push back in just as slow. You pull away to look up into piercing green eyes and he grins as he drags his cock out only to push it in a little rougher, making your lips part as you gasp, clenching around him.
His cock drags in and out repeatedly, the wet sounds between the two of you filling the room sounding like music to both yours and Scar’s ears.
“Doing so good for me, baby girl. So fucking good.” He kisses your forehead gently. “Gods, I love you.”
“L-love you…” You whimper, digging your fingers into him even more.
Scar’s lips travel down your jaw to your neck, licking in a way that sends goosebumps down your body. His licks turn into sucking and you can’t help but clench around him, which makes him growl lowly, his grip on you tightening even more.
“You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you, pretty girl?” He smirks with a darkened look while he grabs you by the chin and forces you to look him in the eyes.
You nod slowly and he glances down at your parted lips.
“That’s what I thought.” He nods, sitting up, pulling out of you suddenly, making you miss the full feeling he gives you.
“Wait-” You sit up with him. “I’m-”
Before you can even finish what you were trying to say, Scar pushes you down onto your front with a growl so that your face is buried in his pillow, forcing you to inhale the smell of him on his pillow. His foresty scent has always been intoxicating to you.
You moan softly while he trails his sharp nails down your back again, teasing you before placing a swift smack to your ass. You gasp, looking back at him with need in your eyes and then find him smirking down at your naked form.
“Tell me how much you missed me.” He whispers.
“I missed you…” You whimper. “So much… I always do.”
He leans down and places kisses down your spine before he retracts his nails, gripping your hip with one hand while guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance with the other.
“Scar… please.” You plead.
He pushes into you without another word. There’s no slowness to it this time as he pushes in fully, burying a soft growl in your neck as he leans over you, pushing you further into the mattress.
“Fuck, I missed you too, baby.” He whispers. “Couldn’t wait to come home and wrap my arms around you…”
You can hear the fear in his voice and you know right then that there was in fact a close call with death tonight.
“Use me…” You whisper, knowing he needs it.
He tilts his head for a moment before asking if you’re sure.
You nod. “Please.”
“I won’t be gentle…” He warns you.
“I know.” You’re betting on it.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, kissing your shoulder. “Tell me to stop if you need me to.”
You nod, understanding. “I will.”
“Good girl.” He gives your hip a squeeze and sits up on his knees, still buried inside of you.
As promised, he pulls out and then roughly pushes in with a dangerous growl. His hands move from the safety of your hips to the flesh of your ass, gripping so tightly you know there will be bruises in the morning. And that’s alright. You know he needs this.
He goes almost silent as he slams his hips against you repeatedly. The only sounds in the room are his growls, your whimpers, and the soaked sounds leaving your pussy.
One of his hands leaves your ass to trail up into your hair to grip tightly, pulling your head to the side so he can see your face.
You look up at him as best as you can, your mouth open, practically drooling from how good he’s making you feel.
“Need to fill you…” He grunts, desperately.
You nod with a soft moan, clenching around him. He smirks again and slams against you roughly.
“You love it, don’t you?” He growls. “Being full of my cum.”
“Y-yes… please…” You whimper.
He groans at the sound and you can tell he’s close by the way his head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut. You know he’s trying to savor the feel of you around him.
“Cum in me daddy…” Your voice sounds broken, desperate even…
But it works. His hips stutter and his hand on your hair releases as both hands grip your hips again, squeezing tightly as he falls on top of you, pressing you even more into the mattress. He groans as he paints your walls with himself, filling you as full as he possibly can.
He holds you there like that for a moment, holding it inside of you and you can’t help but smile.
“You okay?” You ask, softly, after a moment.
He nods and then slips out of you, falling to the bed as he pulls you into his arms, kissing your head. “Yeah… I’m alright. Are you?”
“I’m perfect.” You murmur, kissing his chest.
“That you definitely are, sweetheart.” He smirks.
“Do you want to talk about what happened while you were gone?” You ask, softly.
“Nah… Just had a close call, is all. Couldn’t wait to come home to you and Eva…” He mumbles, pressing his lips to your hair and holding them there.
You nod, understanding. “I’m glad you came home to us.”
“Me too.” He nods and then pulls you even tighter against him, needing your comfort.
You wrap your arms around his large frame as much as you can and squeeze. He lets out a content sigh.
“I hope you know I’ll always fight to come home to you.” He tells you in an apologetic tone.
You nod. “I know that.”
“I love you…” He whispers, brushing his lips against yours. “More than you could ever know.”
“I love you too.” You whisper back, smiling against his lips.
A few moments later, he’s asleep in your arms and you don’t even care that you’re in an awkward position. All you care about is that for now, he’s home safe with you.