[ In the aftermath of that first touch— of the sheer delight at realizing her panties are soaked to the point of ruination, of the dawning desire to feel how slick and swollen her sweet cunt must already be— it never occurs to Sanji that his surprise might make the discovery sound as something other than wondrous and a wholly good thing. Despite his best intentions it’s easy to forget that she’s no way of knowing that he likes this kind of surprise, that not everyone might rejoice in finding her so obviously aroused.
And maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe it should be only sympathy he regards her with— and a stubborn refusal to let her shoulder her heat on her own— rather than with the rising tide of swirling desire, but what he should or shouldn’t do doesn’t matter, not when his head’s swimming with want and he’s quickly drowning beneath the enormity of it. He doesn’t even try to murmur an excuse— to whisper words that might soothe away her apology— not when action is sufficient to show how pleased he is, not when his hunger is roaring and he devours her mouth with greedy abandon, groaning softly against her lips at how sweet she tastes, at how wonderful it is stroke and tease the heated slickness that coats every bare inch of her cunt.
And if touching her isn’t sweet enough— if the way she bucks and writhes already, responding to his touch in a silent plea for more— isn’t enough to spur him on, wouldn’t set his blood alight all on it’s own, those lovely, desperate sounds of delight that spill from her lips certainly certain would. Sanji doesn’t even think about it, the way he firms up the pressure the slicker she grows, the more enthused the grinding becomes as his teeth deliver sharp, playful nips to her lips, the full flats of his fingers flush against her quivering entrance, stroking over her with enough enthusiasm that the muscles in his forearms almost ache.
That alone is enough to make him forget about everything else— the elevator, her heat, that they barely know one another— such that when she responds, he’s utterly captivated again, breath hitching in his throat, forehead pressed gently against hers as the reality of her words sinks in. ]
Tifa— fuck— you’re fucking soaked and it’s just for me, fuck— [ Shuddering, his mouth seeks her again in another shamelessly hungry kiss, lips insistent as he kisses her harder, and harder still, as if trying to claim her through the sheer intensity of his kiss. The pads of his fingers glide easily along her slit, stroking her up from the very base of her cunt to the top, seeking the desperate throb of her swollen clit, rubbing it in almost lazy circles as his tongue plunges into the sweet heat of her mouth, seeking to claim her there, too. Groaning her name softly against her lips, he teases her clit more, still drawing ambling circles against the firmed bud. ] You got any idea what you do to me, lovely? How hard you’ve got my cock already? How bad I want to fuck you?
[ It’s not something he shows her right away, no matter how dark his eyes are with desire as they peer into hers, no matter how desperately he kisses her sweet mouth, groaning soft obscenities and her name between each stolen kiss. Grinning wickedly against her mouth, his fingers relent their teasing, sliding back down to her cunt, tips tracing the heat slit of her entrance with quick, rhythmic strokes, grinding and rubbing against her cunt with an almost zealous desperation. It’s then that his fingers close around her wrist, as his mouth ducks to return to lavishing her neck with suckling kisses and playful nips, guiding it to the front of his slack. ]
Feel that? [ His voice is a low, purring murmur against her pulse point as he presses her fingers flush against the aching bulge in his slacks, makes her feel how hard he is, how thick is, how his cock throbs even through layers of fabric. Sanji’s hips give a greedy little buck, grinding the considerable fact of his cock against her fingers and palm, letting her feel him even more. The way he groans— low, desperate, almost needy— is muffled by her neck, but there’s no denying how badly he wants her. ] Feel how fucking thick you’ve got my cock, Tifa? That’s all you. Wanna fuck you that badly, wanna sink it all the way inside your gorgeous cunt until you come all over it. [ And so much more, none of which he should admit, given the circumstances, but fuck if he doesn’t want her. ] But only if you want that, yeah? I can use my fingers instead, as many times as you need. [ They curl, then, as he slowly sinks three long, thick fingers inside her, letting her feel how they stretch her, how they slip inside so damn easily thanks to just how slick she is. ] See? I’ll make you feel so damn good no matter what you want.
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And maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe it should be only sympathy he regards her with— and a stubborn refusal to let her shoulder her heat on her own— rather than with the rising tide of swirling desire, but what he should or shouldn’t do doesn’t matter, not when his head’s swimming with want and he’s quickly drowning beneath the enormity of it. He doesn’t even try to murmur an excuse— to whisper words that might soothe away her apology— not when action is sufficient to show how pleased he is, not when his hunger is roaring and he devours her mouth with greedy abandon, groaning softly against her lips at how sweet she tastes, at how wonderful it is stroke and tease the heated slickness that coats every bare inch of her cunt.
And if touching her isn’t sweet enough— if the way she bucks and writhes already, responding to his touch in a silent plea for more— isn’t enough to spur him on, wouldn’t set his blood alight all on it’s own, those lovely, desperate sounds of delight that spill from her lips certainly certain would. Sanji doesn’t even think about it, the way he firms up the pressure the slicker she grows, the more enthused the grinding becomes as his teeth deliver sharp, playful nips to her lips, the full flats of his fingers flush against her quivering entrance, stroking over her with enough enthusiasm that the muscles in his forearms almost ache.
That alone is enough to make him forget about everything else— the elevator, her heat, that they barely know one another— such that when she responds, he’s utterly captivated again, breath hitching in his throat, forehead pressed gently against hers as the reality of her words sinks in. ]
Tifa— fuck— you’re fucking soaked and it’s just for me, fuck— [ Shuddering, his mouth seeks her again in another shamelessly hungry kiss, lips insistent as he kisses her harder, and harder still, as if trying to claim her through the sheer intensity of his kiss. The pads of his fingers glide easily along her slit, stroking her up from the very base of her cunt to the top, seeking the desperate throb of her swollen clit, rubbing it in almost lazy circles as his tongue plunges into the sweet heat of her mouth, seeking to claim her there, too. Groaning her name softly against her lips, he teases her clit more, still drawing ambling circles against the firmed bud. ] You got any idea what you do to me, lovely? How hard you’ve got my cock already? How bad I want to fuck you?
[ It’s not something he shows her right away, no matter how dark his eyes are with desire as they peer into hers, no matter how desperately he kisses her sweet mouth, groaning soft obscenities and her name between each stolen kiss. Grinning wickedly against her mouth, his fingers relent their teasing, sliding back down to her cunt, tips tracing the heat slit of her entrance with quick, rhythmic strokes, grinding and rubbing against her cunt with an almost zealous desperation. It’s then that his fingers close around her wrist, as his mouth ducks to return to lavishing her neck with suckling kisses and playful nips, guiding it to the front of his slack. ]
Feel that? [ His voice is a low, purring murmur against her pulse point as he presses her fingers flush against the aching bulge in his slacks, makes her feel how hard he is, how thick is, how his cock throbs even through layers of fabric. Sanji’s hips give a greedy little buck, grinding the considerable fact of his cock against her fingers and palm, letting her feel him even more. The way he groans— low, desperate, almost needy— is muffled by her neck, but there’s no denying how badly he wants her. ] Feel how fucking thick you’ve got my cock, Tifa? That’s all you. Wanna fuck you that badly, wanna sink it all the way inside your gorgeous cunt until you come all over it. [ And so much more, none of which he should admit, given the circumstances, but fuck if he doesn’t want her. ] But only if you want that, yeah? I can use my fingers instead, as many times as you need. [ They curl, then, as he slowly sinks three long, thick fingers inside her, letting her feel how they stretch her, how they slip inside so damn easily thanks to just how slick she is. ] See? I’ll make you feel so damn good no matter what you want.