Final Fantasy VII (Cloud/Tifa)
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kinkfestTitle: Look at Me
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 1,709
Summary: Tifa proves to Cloud that she's not the same little girl who used to follow him around.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Unexpected dominance - "I'm not a delicate girl."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Look at Me
“Look at me!” Tifa demanded. “I’m not a little girl any more.”
Cloud had to admit he’d noticed she wasn’t the same girl he’d grown up with, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on what had changed.
“I’m not a delicate girl.”
She sounded strangely unhappy and yet there was unmistakable challenge in her voice, too. Sometimes, it almost seemed like she was still that same little kid tagging along after him and yet, lately, there was more to it than that. He didn’t miss the way she watched him from the corner of her eye when she thought he wasn’t watching, didn’t miss the way she stared unhappily after Aeris when she passed by.
Sometimes, he wondered if maybe she was jealous of the time he spent talking to Aeris. Sometimes, she wouldn’t talk to him at all. The only thing he knew for sure was that he’d grown increasingly uncomfortable around her ever since he’d joined the resistance and realized she wasn’t a little girl any more.
“Are you even listening to me?” she demanded. Throwing her arms up in the air, she whirled away. “I don’t even know why I try to talk to you any more. The only person you ever notice is her. You don’t even notice…don’t even notice…” Her voice grew strangely quiet. “That I’m alive.”
“That’s not true.” She wasn’t making any sense. How can she not see? “Tifa…”
“Oh, shut up. Just shut up, Cloud.” Clenching her fists, she sighed. “I don’t know why I even try.”
He flinched, wondering if her yelling would bring the others, wondering if Barret would come to her rescue. He’d wondered, at first, if something was going on between them with all the time they spent together. But, lately, he’d decided maybe it was only dedication to the same cause that drew them together and no romantic involvement at all.
“What did I say?” he asked, spreading his hands in surrender. “Tifa, what did I do?”
“Like you don’t know.” The look she gave him was nothing short of disgusted.
He caught her arm before she could storm off, wishing he had the words to explain how he felt. They never had any time together, any time alone, and now that he’d managed to capture a few free seconds, it was spent weathering a torrent of abuse for something he wasn’t even aware of.
She turned to swing at him. “Let me go.”
But he caught her other arm and had pressed his lips to hers before he could stop himself. She gasped, her mouth open and warm against his, but he resisted the urge to enter it uninvited, settling instead for the soft feel of her lips against his.
The next moment, she broke free, flinging her arms around his neck. He staggered backward, barely keeping his balance when she pressed her body against his, returning the kiss with unexpected passion. His hands caught her breasts as she tackled him and they danced further back into the darkness, away from the others, closer to the edge of town. Her hands found their way into his pants. She wasn’t the same, shy Tifa he’d once known.
When they came up for air, he tugged her toward a grassy knoll at the edge of the forest. She’d already removed her top by the time they tumbled to the ground and was well on her way to removing his pants.
He admired the way her breasts swayed in the pale moonlight streaming through breaks in the trees, the smooth, pale cast of her skin, her slim waist that tapered to shapely hips. It was hard to resist her, but he waited, helping her wriggle out of her tight shorts before settling down beside her, facing her.
She took his cock in hand, wringing a grunt from him. Her touch made him tremble, made him throb. She stroked silently, confidently, rising to her knees as she leaned forward to capture his lips with hers. His hands sought her breasts as they dangled between them, and he squeezed ever-so-gently, pleased when his touch elicited a moan.
Pain and desire co-mingled in his cock, spreading into his groin, driving his mouth to her throat, to her breasts. She arched her back, presenting herself for him. Her breasts were so large he couldn’t capture the nipple without steadying it first with his hands, but once he latched onto it, he nipped at it, sucked at it, until one of her hands dropped between them and disappeared between her legs.
He followed it with his free hand, stroking the insides of her thighs, pleased when she spread her legs in invitation. Tangling his fingers in the tight curls between her legs, he fought his way through them and past the soft folds of flesh, into her.
She was hot and wet. Wet for me. The thought drove a new trembling ache through his cock.
She responded with a firm grip and a bold stroke that sent shivers of pleasure and delight throbbing deep into his abdomen. His balls ached in sympathetic echo and he thrust against her hand, his body begging for release.
She pressed against his fingers, rubbing back and forth until the color rose in her cheeks and her breath came in hurried gasps. It all seemed so suddenly familiar to him that he wondered, for a moment, if they’d been through this before. But, if they had, he’d have remembered. She was nothing short of magnificent as she moved against him, her breasts bouncing against her chest.
Not yet. He didn’t want it to be over yet, didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to go back to the others. “Not yet.” He needed her; he wanted her. He could almost remember her…really remember her.
Against her soft whimper of protest, he slid his fingers free, tilting her until she toppled backwards onto the grass and lost her hold on him. Dropping beside her, he leaned up and over her, holding himself steady on one elbow. Already, his fingers were drying, her fluids leaving a sticky blur. He tasted one and then offered it to her.
She sucked it into her mouth, holding onto his wrist with both her hands, plunging his finger into and out of her mouth until he felt the familiar throb in his cock again. He straddled her, pulled his finger free. Holding onto her shoulders, he eased himself down on her, the bottom of his cock against her chest.
She pressed her breasts together, thumbing the nipples until her eyelids fluttered and she pitched her head back against the ground. Cloud rode her gently, keeping his weight off her while he thrust his cock between her breasts. In. Out. In. Out. The soft, supple flesh molded to him, pressed around him until his erection burned.
A trembling erupted in his abdomen, spreading into his groin and his penis, which throbbed against Tifa. He slowed his thrusts, willing the imminent eruption back to a painful throb.
When he looked down, she was watching him with those big, soulful eyes. She raised her head until she could flick her tongue out to taunt the tip of his cock. Cloud reached for her, slid forward until they touched: her tongue hot and wet against him. He groaned at the renewed sensations, pressed harder as her tongue lapped around him and over him.
He came hot and sticky, into her mouth and over her face. She gulped once before she could swallow and he pulled back, spraying his seed across her chest. Panting, he hunched over her, his brow wet, his cock limp. It pressed between them when he moved. A drop of sweat dripped to mingle with the sticky white smeared across her breasts.
Please don’t leave me. His mouth found one breast while his hand found another. She tasted of him, salty and bitter, but smelled faintly of lavender and fruit and something feminine he couldn’t identify.
She’d always been there and maybe once…
I’m not a delicate girl. Her words lingered in his mind.
Maybe once she had been, when she’d tagged around after him, when…
The image escaped him, shadowy figures living in a shadowy world.
He sucked the nipple into his mouth, fascinated with the hard yet soft texture of it, with the way the breast rippled beneath him. She bucked, arched her back until he was forced to take more of her in his mouth. She knew what she wanted.
She wants me. The thought made him hard again.
And as he hardened, her hand moved up between them, her fingers wrapped around him, and she began to stroke again.
He kissed his way down her belly, stopping long enough to dip his tongue into her navel. She protested at the loss of her hold on him, but trembled when he parted her legs, and gasped as he settled between them, his lips questing against the inside of her thigh.
She squirmed beneath him, toward him, and he found his lips slip toward the matt of curls, smiled at her insistence. He parted her, inhaled her, traced the limits of her with the tip of his tongue. One hand slid beneath her, teasing her other opening while he dipped two fingers into her warmth. They slid back and forth easily until she closed around them, holding them while she writhed.
His tongue explored every external nook and cranny, settling in the spot that made her jump. He was long past caring if the others found them, long past caring what they thought.
She tensed and trembled, gasping for breath, clutching at him, at the ground. It wasn’t until he thrust his waiting finger into her ass that her cries became a scream of release and she trembled long and hard, over and over, shuddering until she could no longer move.
When it was over, she cried. Cloud wasn’t sure what to say, so he held her, drinking in the warmth of her, breathing in the scent of her hair. With each ragged sob, he almost remembered: a time he’d held her before, a time she’d cried in his arms, a time…
I’m not a delicate girl. Any more.
Author/Artist: queenoftheskies
Rating: R
Warnings: graphic sex
Word count: 1,709
Summary: Tifa proves to Cloud that she's not the same little girl who used to follow him around.
Prompt: #16. Final Fantasy VII, Cloud/Tifa: Unexpected dominance - "I'm not a delicate girl."
A/N: I'm very sorry I'm late posting this.
Look at Me
“Look at me!” Tifa demanded. “I’m not a little girl any more.”
Cloud had to admit he’d noticed she wasn’t the same girl he’d grown up with, but he couldn’t quite put a finger on what had changed.
“I’m not a delicate girl.”
She sounded strangely unhappy and yet there was unmistakable challenge in her voice, too. Sometimes, it almost seemed like she was still that same little kid tagging along after him and yet, lately, there was more to it than that. He didn’t miss the way she watched him from the corner of her eye when she thought he wasn’t watching, didn’t miss the way she stared unhappily after Aeris when she passed by.
Sometimes, he wondered if maybe she was jealous of the time he spent talking to Aeris. Sometimes, she wouldn’t talk to him at all. The only thing he knew for sure was that he’d grown increasingly uncomfortable around her ever since he’d joined the resistance and realized she wasn’t a little girl any more.
“Are you even listening to me?” she demanded. Throwing her arms up in the air, she whirled away. “I don’t even know why I try to talk to you any more. The only person you ever notice is her. You don’t even notice…don’t even notice…” Her voice grew strangely quiet. “That I’m alive.”
“That’s not true.” She wasn’t making any sense. How can she not see? “Tifa…”
“Oh, shut up. Just shut up, Cloud.” Clenching her fists, she sighed. “I don’t know why I even try.”
He flinched, wondering if her yelling would bring the others, wondering if Barret would come to her rescue. He’d wondered, at first, if something was going on between them with all the time they spent together. But, lately, he’d decided maybe it was only dedication to the same cause that drew them together and no romantic involvement at all.
“What did I say?” he asked, spreading his hands in surrender. “Tifa, what did I do?”
“Like you don’t know.” The look she gave him was nothing short of disgusted.
He caught her arm before she could storm off, wishing he had the words to explain how he felt. They never had any time together, any time alone, and now that he’d managed to capture a few free seconds, it was spent weathering a torrent of abuse for something he wasn’t even aware of.
She turned to swing at him. “Let me go.”
But he caught her other arm and had pressed his lips to hers before he could stop himself. She gasped, her mouth open and warm against his, but he resisted the urge to enter it uninvited, settling instead for the soft feel of her lips against his.
The next moment, she broke free, flinging her arms around his neck. He staggered backward, barely keeping his balance when she pressed her body against his, returning the kiss with unexpected passion. His hands caught her breasts as she tackled him and they danced further back into the darkness, away from the others, closer to the edge of town. Her hands found their way into his pants. She wasn’t the same, shy Tifa he’d once known.
When they came up for air, he tugged her toward a grassy knoll at the edge of the forest. She’d already removed her top by the time they tumbled to the ground and was well on her way to removing his pants.
He admired the way her breasts swayed in the pale moonlight streaming through breaks in the trees, the smooth, pale cast of her skin, her slim waist that tapered to shapely hips. It was hard to resist her, but he waited, helping her wriggle out of her tight shorts before settling down beside her, facing her.
She took his cock in hand, wringing a grunt from him. Her touch made him tremble, made him throb. She stroked silently, confidently, rising to her knees as she leaned forward to capture his lips with hers. His hands sought her breasts as they dangled between them, and he squeezed ever-so-gently, pleased when his touch elicited a moan.
Pain and desire co-mingled in his cock, spreading into his groin, driving his mouth to her throat, to her breasts. She arched her back, presenting herself for him. Her breasts were so large he couldn’t capture the nipple without steadying it first with his hands, but once he latched onto it, he nipped at it, sucked at it, until one of her hands dropped between them and disappeared between her legs.
He followed it with his free hand, stroking the insides of her thighs, pleased when she spread her legs in invitation. Tangling his fingers in the tight curls between her legs, he fought his way through them and past the soft folds of flesh, into her.
She was hot and wet. Wet for me. The thought drove a new trembling ache through his cock.
She responded with a firm grip and a bold stroke that sent shivers of pleasure and delight throbbing deep into his abdomen. His balls ached in sympathetic echo and he thrust against her hand, his body begging for release.
She pressed against his fingers, rubbing back and forth until the color rose in her cheeks and her breath came in hurried gasps. It all seemed so suddenly familiar to him that he wondered, for a moment, if they’d been through this before. But, if they had, he’d have remembered. She was nothing short of magnificent as she moved against him, her breasts bouncing against her chest.
Not yet. He didn’t want it to be over yet, didn’t want to leave her, didn’t want to go back to the others. “Not yet.” He needed her; he wanted her. He could almost remember her…really remember her.
Against her soft whimper of protest, he slid his fingers free, tilting her until she toppled backwards onto the grass and lost her hold on him. Dropping beside her, he leaned up and over her, holding himself steady on one elbow. Already, his fingers were drying, her fluids leaving a sticky blur. He tasted one and then offered it to her.
She sucked it into her mouth, holding onto his wrist with both her hands, plunging his finger into and out of her mouth until he felt the familiar throb in his cock again. He straddled her, pulled his finger free. Holding onto her shoulders, he eased himself down on her, the bottom of his cock against her chest.
She pressed her breasts together, thumbing the nipples until her eyelids fluttered and she pitched her head back against the ground. Cloud rode her gently, keeping his weight off her while he thrust his cock between her breasts. In. Out. In. Out. The soft, supple flesh molded to him, pressed around him until his erection burned.
A trembling erupted in his abdomen, spreading into his groin and his penis, which throbbed against Tifa. He slowed his thrusts, willing the imminent eruption back to a painful throb.
When he looked down, she was watching him with those big, soulful eyes. She raised her head until she could flick her tongue out to taunt the tip of his cock. Cloud reached for her, slid forward until they touched: her tongue hot and wet against him. He groaned at the renewed sensations, pressed harder as her tongue lapped around him and over him.
He came hot and sticky, into her mouth and over her face. She gulped once before she could swallow and he pulled back, spraying his seed across her chest. Panting, he hunched over her, his brow wet, his cock limp. It pressed between them when he moved. A drop of sweat dripped to mingle with the sticky white smeared across her breasts.
Please don’t leave me. His mouth found one breast while his hand found another. She tasted of him, salty and bitter, but smelled faintly of lavender and fruit and something feminine he couldn’t identify.
She’d always been there and maybe once…
I’m not a delicate girl. Her words lingered in his mind.
Maybe once she had been, when she’d tagged around after him, when…
The image escaped him, shadowy figures living in a shadowy world.
He sucked the nipple into his mouth, fascinated with the hard yet soft texture of it, with the way the breast rippled beneath him. She bucked, arched her back until he was forced to take more of her in his mouth. She knew what she wanted.
She wants me. The thought made him hard again.
And as he hardened, her hand moved up between them, her fingers wrapped around him, and she began to stroke again.
He kissed his way down her belly, stopping long enough to dip his tongue into her navel. She protested at the loss of her hold on him, but trembled when he parted her legs, and gasped as he settled between them, his lips questing against the inside of her thigh.
She squirmed beneath him, toward him, and he found his lips slip toward the matt of curls, smiled at her insistence. He parted her, inhaled her, traced the limits of her with the tip of his tongue. One hand slid beneath her, teasing her other opening while he dipped two fingers into her warmth. They slid back and forth easily until she closed around them, holding them while she writhed.
His tongue explored every external nook and cranny, settling in the spot that made her jump. He was long past caring if the others found them, long past caring what they thought.
She tensed and trembled, gasping for breath, clutching at him, at the ground. It wasn’t until he thrust his waiting finger into her ass that her cries became a scream of release and she trembled long and hard, over and over, shuddering until she could no longer move.
When it was over, she cried. Cloud wasn’t sure what to say, so he held her, drinking in the warmth of her, breathing in the scent of her hair. With each ragged sob, he almost remembered: a time he’d held her before, a time she’d cried in his arms, a time…
I’m not a delicate girl. Any more.
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