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[ Some vague, distant part of Sanji recognizes that he's too heated— that his mind is drenched in a thick, dark haze of lust; that his blood is boiling underneath the intensity of his want; that he's all base instinct right now— for what he'd envisioned as the kind of help he could provide, all gentle, precise motions focused on pleasuring her with exacting focus. There's no flare of his suit to blame for this, no interference of the House beyond what they've done to Tifa, nothing he can blame other than his own selfish desire for her. It's hard to say he's wrong for that— to rebuke himself for letting lust override that more distant, selfless kind of concern— when she's moaning so sweetly against his mouth, the sound of it leaving shudders in its wake as he drinks them in, when her cunt's quivering deliciously and dripping slick in response to his touch, when her tongue tangles so easily with his own.

For all that he could rebuke himself, that feels like a fool's errand. Perhaps it's greedy to follow the urgent whisperings of his desire— to suddenly make her confront the reality of his own arousal, to press her palm shamelessly against the broad underside of his cock, hips urgently rubbing it against her hand— but judging by her reaction, he doesn't think it is. His lips curl in a wild grin as she fucks back against the deep penetration of his fingers, pressing down with such eagerness that he nearly moans with delight at how deep she takes them.

Or maybe it’s not the heated clench of her cunt soaking his fingers that makes his breath hitch and a pleased sound rumble in the back of his throat, his mouth messily stamping greedy kisses against her lips. For all that his focus—razor-sharp in its intensity— is on the way her body reacts to his, yielding to his touches and kisses, pleading for more, there’s a dull awareness of how she touches him, of the rough, unpracticed way her hand massages and squeezes the considerable fact of his cock through his slacks. And the truth is that it feels wonderful, that her utter shamelessness makes him want to moan, makes him want to rock his hips and whimper and plead for more. Sanji doesn’t, but there’s no stopping the too pleased groan that rumbles deep in his chest, the hissed fuck as she caresses and feels the length and heft of him through the fabric, the unrelenting way his wrist fucks his fingers deep and fast into the greedy clutch of her shuddering cunt.

He’s greedy, too, and doesn’t even have the mark to blame. ]

Yeah? [ The question is a low purr against her mouth as he kisses her again, tongue licking back into the familiar heat of her mouth, fingers grinding deep as the flat of his thumb strums the stiffened bud of her clit— once, twice, thrice— as he meets her gaze, basking in the heated glow, free hand cupping her cheek with a gentleness that contrasts the unrelenting way his fingers thrust deep and true. Anticipation blossoms low in his gut as her fingers change tasks, no longer touching him but gleefully working to undo the layers of cloth that separate his bare cock from her fingers. That realization makes him swallow dryly as his forehead rests intimately against hers, gaze unbroken, lips brushing an endless parade of quick kisses against hers. ] I’ll give it to you, gorgeous, promise. You’ve been so damn patient, you deserve whatever you want. If you wanna be fucked by my thick cock— [ Silence is intended to follow, but instead, it’s a low, keening groan of delight as the calloused pads of her fingers draw him out, shaft desperately hard— flushed and eager and leaking— as his hips shudder, unashamed to rub his length against her fingers. ]

Just for you, Tifa. Fuck— I’m so fucking hard, it’s gonna drive me crazy if I don’t fuck you soon and it’s all your fault. [ There’s no hesitation to give her what she asks for, voice pitching low, the strain of holding back obvious. Grinning against her mouth, he kisses her harder, kisses her like his life depends on it, the fingers in her cunt curling, probing for the sweet spot as he ruts them into her faster, faster, faster— fast enough that the obscenely wet sound of fucking fills the small elevator compartment— thumb frantically swiping her throbbing clit with each deep press. ] I wanna feel your cunt soaking my cock so bad, lovely, wanna feel you tight and clenching as I fuck every inch into you, as I make you moan and writhe and come all over my cock. I just— I want you, you know? Want to make you feel good, want to make you moan my name, want to make you come so hard, you won’t ever forget it. [ Every word is huskily murmured against her lips, voice low, nearly a purr, as his fingers stroke her cheek. ] All because it’s you. Wanna fuck you and fill you up with my cum, too, make a proper mess of your pretty cunt. If you’ll let me.

[saults]

[ this isn't how she would have envisioned any first date, even if, in technicality, it hadn't actually been intended to be a date at all. sanji had just been someone kind that she'd been in a public shower with, her standards of men so drastically low that the mere act of not leering over at her naked body when she'd asked him not to had been enough of a relief for her to consider his decency. his invitation to meet her at the red cardinal had lingered with her, mostly because she'd barely known anyone at all in this resort to arrange much else, and while she'd certainly found him handsome when she'd finally set her eyes properly on him (and even more alluring now with the passionate lust in his eyes, with his hovering presence against her lips, how utterly bewitching the sight of his parted mouth with his heavy panting grunts are as their mutual touches buck and stroke), the sweetness of their conversation, for all that it'd pulled at countless smiles upon her face, had only been meant to be promising, something lovely to keep to memory as she would consider the return of those enjoyable meetings if he also wanted them.

and yet, it's the inexplicable state of her aroused body that had somehow propelled them forward, brought them about to this, a mess of shoved clothing, her panties beginning to stretch from the way they catch in the midst of her eagerly parted thighs, his own pants and underwear shoved down nearly as low at his crotch so the fullness of his cock could jut out freely for the grasp of her palm. who am i, she thinks, knowing herself far more timid than this, far more reluctant to entertain a man's attraction in her direction, and yet she finds herself so hungry in this moment, practically lecherous in the way she curves her wrist to stroke her curved fingers along his impressive length, greedy for how thick he is within her hand — and the knowledge that it's her own insatiable desire that's made him this way. ]

You're so big for me, Sanji— so big, you're gonna be so tight inside me. I want to feel it— wanna know how much this big cock will stretch me when you fuck me. [ she follows his lead with the lewd language, her cheeks so flush with heat that she isn't feeling sensible enough to even know if they're too cheesy from their lips, if she's just spouting nonsense that can be heard in a porno. but how could she possibly say anything else, when these words alone can describe the extent of promiscuity she's feeling, how she begins to jerk his fist with an ease that's allowed only by the excess of his beading precum leaking over the curve of his swollen head, allowing for a slippery palm that feels out the girth of what's meant to be stuffed full and deep inside her body, rubbing him down to further excite that already interested stiffness. or when three lengthy fingers begin to jut with speedily hurried thrusts in the depths of her cunt and she's left with nothing but the crude rhythmic thoughts of sanji, sanji, sanji, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—

and that's precisely what he's doing. despite the promise of giving her his cock, his hand seems to be putting in plenty of the work already, as if the slippery slick of her soaked pussy seems to cling from her skin to his, each outward pull springing him back with quick rhythmic thrusts, triple fingers fucking her so intimately that she can feel a heightening spiral that begins to feel incredibly familiar.

his thumb latches at her clit with unforgiving strokes, his words muttered deliciously against her lips between every filthy, spit-ridden kiss, lashing tongues sloppy with heat, the hand at her cheek somehow one of the most gentle caresses she's felt from a man, caught in the midst of such a lewd atmosphere and yet exactly what she needs to keep her sturdy against his body. if she thought her own words were unabashedly vulgar, sanji takes it even further as each filthy sentence hitches her breath with small gasps against his mouth from their delightful promises, her mind spinning as they pair with the slick stimulation of his rutting hand between her legs. it becomes that much more difficult to maintain her own strokes to his cock, the pumping motions becoming more staggered even as her fingers squeeze and rock to continue to smear the precum clinging to her palm. with the crook of his fingers in turn, thicker than her own, better in feeling them plunged to stretch at her walls, she can feel that repeated graze of strokes that has her lips panting shorter, quicker breaths. ]

S-Sanji, I'm— I'm already— [ despite his spoken words in desiring her to come around his cock, tifa knows she won't be able to wait that long. not now, not when he talks of filling her up with his cum (fuck, yes, yes, please, she thinks, the sheer imagery alone of it spilling in her cunt making her moan an elongated noise of pleasure) just as those bent knuckles stroke deeply at the perfect angle, heightening her to a depth of sensation she isn't even sure she's felt before, not like this, not this hard—

and when she comes around his fingers, it isn't with a mere squeeze of greedy walls clinging to those digits. even with all the sopping wetness already dragged and smeared by that expert fingering, an additional gushing squirt soaks over his hand, an involuntary wet spurt timed alongside a soft, needy cry against his lips, her hips jutting without control to fuck herself through the sudden takeover of an empowered climax. ]