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chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pm
chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pminbox for golden peacock
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chiffonades) wrote2024-09-01 11:03 pm
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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.
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but it isn't words alone that he gives her, not when his fingers provide a fierce relentless grind, providing her a firm serving hand to buck against, a solid weight pressed to her skin, thick fingers massaging the length of her folds. between that and his dirty phrases, her own whimper out without filter, moans bouncing against the elevator's walls as she begs for more.
it's difficult to say much else, while her world seems to be spinning, while she's so dizzy with the pleasure he's giving her that she'd waited such a long stretch across the resort for, all the way from the cardinal. especially as his lips continue to chase her like a messy dance, not entirely coordinated but entirely caring either, like any grazing pass of their mouths is enough to sate for a second before another kiss is needed. she can feel the swelling of her own lips, the lipstick likely plenty smudged by now, but all her care is solely on the sensation of his invasive tongue as she tries to lap at it with her own whenever he thrusts it into her mouth, swallowing the endless withdrawal of moans from her throat.
and then he takes her hand down to the front of his pants and she gasps a soft sound as she feels the thick bulging press of his erection nudging against her palm.
between his dirty confessions (wanna fuck you that badly) and the sudden penetration from a triple set of fingers directly into her cunt, tifa isn't sure what draws out the louder moan, her other hand clutching tight to the back of his neck as she rolls her hips against that desired stimulation, trying to figure out how to even straighten her own thoughts while he's fucking her with his fingers. ]
Sanji, I— I'm— [ it isn't a gentle massage or maybe she's supposed to be a better tease about it, but there's a shamelessness in the way her hand begins to rub over his crotch, fingers wrapping to map out its outline with ease, tracing the shape with firm strokes. ] I want your cock, Sanji, I want— fuck, I want it in me. [ her voice is shaky on nearly every word, trying to breathe it out while she's being stretched by his fingers. but she has enough coordination for her to reach up, blindly trying to figure out how to work open his pants with a single hand before bringing down the other to hastily join the task, her eyes peering up and down between her working fingers and the dark hunger of his gaze. ] I want to feel how you want me. [ an honest thought, with such a strangeness that she doesn't understand, to feel this burst of hungry, erotic curiosity around this man she barely knows. giving a forceful tug to pry open his pants once the zipper is lowered, she looks to his eyes, half in apology, half in affirmation for his allowance as she reaches in past the layers, feeling for the bare fullness of his shaft to guide out his cock.
she swallows, the squeeze of her soaking cunt around his pressed fingers signaling the insatiable desire that rises in holding that thickness in her hand, thumb rubbing to feel that beading smear of precum at the tip of its head. ] You're so— you're so hard. [ she presses her mouth to his again, with needy desperation in the chase of it. ] Tell me again, please? Tell me you're so hard because of me. Tell me you want me wet like this around your cock. I want— want to feel you hard like this inside me.
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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.
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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. ]