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kinkfestTitle: Dirty little secret
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jessicamariek
Rating: R
Warnings: threeway, DP. Slight AU - they're all alive, sane, and legal at the same time. :P
Word count: 685
Prompt: Final Fantasy 7, Cloud/Tifa/Zack, Tifa in the middle - blindfold - rough - bruises, My boys
Summary: Nobody else needs to know.
Note: This is several days late - bosses and professors do not understand that fanfic is important too. :P Sorry about that, prompter, hope you like it anyway!
Given that the showers in the training facilities were communal, Zack was surprised that it had taken anyone this long to notice the impressive array of bruises, bite marks, and fingernail scratches on him. Sparring and training could explain the bruises, at least, but the others would take some more…elaborate excuses.
“Having a little too much fun on your time off, eh?” one of the other guys asked, elbowing him in the side. “Wanna tell us who she is?”
“You only wish,” Zack laughed as he ran one hand through his still-damp hair
(her hands are in his hair, pressing him harder against her body as she squirms against him – a silent order, as her lips are wrapped around Cloud’s dick, but an order nonetheless. One of the best things about sex with a martial artist is that she gives as good as she gets – fingernails digging into his shoulder and scalp, heels beating erratically against his back. She groans as his tongue flicks against her clit, and he smirks just a little before going back to work on her. He loves the way she tastes, all hot and tangy and feminine, and making her go crazy like this gets him revved up like nothing else. Her solid-muscle legs flex against his shoulder as she arches, about to lose control. One more pass of his tongue over her, a twist of his fingers inside her body and she falls apart, almost arching off the bed. After a long moment she collapses, breathing hard and shuddering, and he kisses the inside of her thigh and smiles when she twitches. Cloud runs one hand down her stomach and murmurs something about how hot it is to watch them like that, and Zack grins at his friend.
“Switch you sides,” he says)
and smiled.
___________________
Tifa explained to Marlene that the “funny looking mark” on the back of her neck had been a burn from the hairdryer. In truth, said appliance had been collecting dust almost since Tifa had bought it, the better part of a year ago, but it was the easiest thing to think of when Marlene had asked a question that she did not really want to answer. The little girl gave her a skeptical look, but shrugged and went back to her coloring book. Tifa sighed, passed one hand over her eyes
(black silk blocks out her vision, but she doesn’t need to see – touch tells her all she needs. Zack’s lips on the back of her neck, his hands on her hips – Cloud’s fingers skittering over her thighs, her stomach, her breasts – the stretching, achingly full feeling of having both of them inside her. Zack whispers filthy endearments in her ear as he thrusts into her, hard and fast, and Cloud props himself up on one elbow to kiss her throat as his other hand roams over her back. She rolls her hips, gasping as she feels her climax start to build. She hears her own voice in a smeared babble of “please-please-please-so-close” and Cloud groans against her skin as those wandering fingers finally slip between their bodies, rough calluses brushing against hyper-sensitive skin, and she screams as the whole world contracts into one searing flash of light)
and smiled.
____________________
“Hey, Spikey, you alright?” Cid asked, shouldering his weapon. “You’re a little stiff today.”
“Just slept funny last night, I guess,” Cloud told his sparring partner, rolling one shoulder to try and work out some of the soreness.
“Crick in your neck, kinda thing?”
“Something like that,” Cloud said
(the afterglow’s almost as good as the actual sex, sometimes. Laying here all sweaty and worn out, with Tifa snuggled against his chest, Zack curled up against her back, everyone’s hands wandering all over each other’s bodies…it’s great. Cloud kisses the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and she sighs. “Mine,” she murmurs, pressing her hand over Zack’s where it rests on her stomach. “All mine.” The boys chuckle a little at that, and Cloud bows his head over hers again and closes his eyes)
and smiled.
Author/Artist:
jessicamariekRating: R
Warnings: threeway, DP. Slight AU - they're all alive, sane, and legal at the same time. :P
Word count: 685
Prompt: Final Fantasy 7, Cloud/Tifa/Zack, Tifa in the middle - blindfold - rough - bruises, My boys
Summary: Nobody else needs to know.
Note: This is several days late - bosses and professors do not understand that fanfic is important too. :P Sorry about that, prompter, hope you like it anyway!
Given that the showers in the training facilities were communal, Zack was surprised that it had taken anyone this long to notice the impressive array of bruises, bite marks, and fingernail scratches on him. Sparring and training could explain the bruises, at least, but the others would take some more…elaborate excuses.
“Having a little too much fun on your time off, eh?” one of the other guys asked, elbowing him in the side. “Wanna tell us who she is?”
“You only wish,” Zack laughed as he ran one hand through his still-damp hair
(her hands are in his hair, pressing him harder against her body as she squirms against him – a silent order, as her lips are wrapped around Cloud’s dick, but an order nonetheless. One of the best things about sex with a martial artist is that she gives as good as she gets – fingernails digging into his shoulder and scalp, heels beating erratically against his back. She groans as his tongue flicks against her clit, and he smirks just a little before going back to work on her. He loves the way she tastes, all hot and tangy and feminine, and making her go crazy like this gets him revved up like nothing else. Her solid-muscle legs flex against his shoulder as she arches, about to lose control. One more pass of his tongue over her, a twist of his fingers inside her body and she falls apart, almost arching off the bed. After a long moment she collapses, breathing hard and shuddering, and he kisses the inside of her thigh and smiles when she twitches. Cloud runs one hand down her stomach and murmurs something about how hot it is to watch them like that, and Zack grins at his friend.
“Switch you sides,” he says)
and smiled.
___________________
Tifa explained to Marlene that the “funny looking mark” on the back of her neck had been a burn from the hairdryer. In truth, said appliance had been collecting dust almost since Tifa had bought it, the better part of a year ago, but it was the easiest thing to think of when Marlene had asked a question that she did not really want to answer. The little girl gave her a skeptical look, but shrugged and went back to her coloring book. Tifa sighed, passed one hand over her eyes
(black silk blocks out her vision, but she doesn’t need to see – touch tells her all she needs. Zack’s lips on the back of her neck, his hands on her hips – Cloud’s fingers skittering over her thighs, her stomach, her breasts – the stretching, achingly full feeling of having both of them inside her. Zack whispers filthy endearments in her ear as he thrusts into her, hard and fast, and Cloud props himself up on one elbow to kiss her throat as his other hand roams over her back. She rolls her hips, gasping as she feels her climax start to build. She hears her own voice in a smeared babble of “please-please-please-so-close” and Cloud groans against her skin as those wandering fingers finally slip between their bodies, rough calluses brushing against hyper-sensitive skin, and she screams as the whole world contracts into one searing flash of light)
and smiled.
____________________
“Hey, Spikey, you alright?” Cid asked, shouldering his weapon. “You’re a little stiff today.”
“Just slept funny last night, I guess,” Cloud told his sparring partner, rolling one shoulder to try and work out some of the soreness.
“Crick in your neck, kinda thing?”
“Something like that,” Cloud said
(the afterglow’s almost as good as the actual sex, sometimes. Laying here all sweaty and worn out, with Tifa snuggled against his chest, Zack curled up against her back, everyone’s hands wandering all over each other’s bodies…it’s great. Cloud kisses the top of her head, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, and she sighs. “Mine,” she murmurs, pressing her hand over Zack’s where it rests on her stomach. “All mine.” The boys chuckle a little at that, and Cloud bows his head over hers again and closes his eyes)
and smiled.
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