tags! pre-crisis core! sephiroth x (implied) curvy! afab! reader, sephy is kinda stalker-ish and still delusional, dom-ish reader, virginity loss (m), mentions of spit, oral sex (f! receiving), reader is still a jezebel, squirting, actual sex (p in v), creampie, lightly proof-read, i think that's all ?
It took him weeks to do so, but Sephiroth had finally found you.
Though he convinced himself he wouldn't try to do so, the intimate scent of that was staining your panties had completely vanished. He knew this would happen eventually, of course, but he hadn't expected his memory to not be able to sustain his desires.
Looking at you from afar, he didn't shy away from staring at you, your soft yet obscene curves, a skirt resting low on your full hips and your flowy little tank top showing off your stomach.
There was no way he would get hard over a stomach, right ?
It took him some work to find you, of course. Especially because he couldn't ask around, couldn't tell anybody about how he had met you and why he was looking for you.
So he took it upon himself to look at the records of your town's residents, going through dozens of files. What made it almost impossible to find you was the fact that your ID picture hadn't been updated in a while, you looked... Different.
Curvier. Softer. More... Womanly.
But with nothing to lose, Sephiroth called off work for the very first time in his life to go back to that town close to the lake you had met at. But he didn't seek you, no.
If he knew anything of social norms, he'd realize how creepy he was being : following you around while staying just out of sight, watching your every move, looking at you sleep through your window with hints of satisfaction and glee in his eyes.
Because, of course, he needed to make sure that you hadn't been this forward with other men.
You were his... Or so he thought, at least.
You see, Sephiroth never had anything that was his, but the thought of you ? The memory of you ? The scent of you ? And perhaps, even further in his mind, just... you as an individual ?
He didn't really dare to approach you though, no. To him you'd be better off not knowing that what you started made irreversible damages to his very sanity, if you even remembered that.
So he stalked you, like a predator.
He analyzed your patterns, your movements, the places you went to often, the order you always made at your local cafĂ©, the times you showered at â which he fully took advantage of, sneaking into your house and steal panties from the dirty laundry hamper, totally not creepy.
You were eating his mind away piece by tormented piece, and he let you.
It had been only two days since he started watching and God knows, the clean up after he got ahold of a new pair of your dirty underwear had been tedious.
That night though, he laid down at the inn he was staying at, which 'coincidentally' happened to be the one you worked at.
Now... Sephiroth wasn't planning on getting noticed, at all... But part of him really wanted to see if you thought of him, even just for a little bit.
If you had been going as insane as he did.
You were supposed to be on shift tonight, and soon enough, you'd make the night's last round to make sure everything was alright for every customer.
Yes, he'd done his homework.
So well in fact that he had claimed the very last room you checked, making sure you wouldn't be in any rush.
All he had to do now was wait
Then, a knock on the door.
Quickly, he got on his feet.
With no thoughts of straightening himself up and not a single nerve in his body, he opened the door as soon as he reached it.
Clothed this time, but it was far from disappointing to him.
You wore a satin dress that caressed your body, flowing down around your hips with no bra to hide your nipples poking the fabric.
You looked so pretty and relaxed, like you didn't have a care in the world.
"Ah, Mister Customer, I was just-"
"You." He muttered, forgetting how to breathe for a second.
It was that overwhelming to him, how were you just... standing there. So pretty, so you, just existing. The sole object of his needs, desires and obsession all wrapped in one beautiful package, standing right before him without a clue.
Taken aback, your brows slightly furrowed at his ominous calling.Â
"Yes, me... Excuse me do... Do I know you ?"
You did not remember him.
He wasn't even a memory, just... mentally discarded.
See, any normal person would've thought that working at an inn, you saw so many people a day that no one really stuck out to you.
But he had seen you naked.
You had given him your panties.
Was this all just so casual to you that you didn't care to remember his face ?
"Six weeks ago, you gave me your panties after I caught you on your 'anti-stress' soak." He spoke through gritted teeth, trying his best to not let his offense show, though his usual calm and composed expression slightly cracked to reveal a hint of disappointment.
You blinked at him, slowly yet gently pushing past him inside the room and closing the door.
This was a private conversation.
You weren't ashamed of your little... 'hobbies', but you also didn't want every customer in this floor to know you went around giving away panties.
He simply let you do it, watching you move around as you looked all small and endearing from his taller perspective, endearingly so.
"I gave you my panties ?" You repeated, placing a hand on your hip. "... Oooh ! You're the SOLDIER."
He looked at you quietly, his face softening slightly upon realizing that you finally remembered him, though it did little to ease the dejection he felt at the thought that you didnât seem to share the same craving for him that he felt for you.
"Is it something you do often ?" He asked, trying to get an answer without necessarily prying it out of you.
You looked around the room, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.
Unaware of just what this man had done to the thought of you, what he'd done to your panties, the reason why he was there and what he'd been up to for the past few days.
You were just... blissfully unaware.
"I can't say that it is... I never got caught before, you know ?" You admitted, before changing the topic. "... Well, do you have everything you need in here ?"
You were... trying to leave.
You were going to do your round and leave, this was nothing but small talk to you, something casual... Hm.
... Sephiroth didn't like the idea of that very much.
"No." He said, narrowing his eyes on you. "I cannot figure out how to use the... kettle. And the mattress is uncomfortable."
He needed to come up with something quickly.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
He was supposed to be able to handle himself, and yet...
You blinked softly, looking at him in confusion.
"I uh... I can't do much about the mattress unfortunately. Are you too tall for it, is that it ?" You asked, trying to see if maybe you could switch his room for more comfort.
"No. It's simply uncomfortable."Â Because you weren't on it.
But of course, he kept that part to himself, quietly observing your mannerisms, the way your face moved.Â
Ignoring his heavy, almost uncomfortable stare, you let out a soft sigh as you looked at the bed, your hands on your hips.
"Oh... Sorry about that. I'll take note of that for next time... As for the kettle, I can show you-"
"Will you give me another pair of your underwear ?"
The question was so shameless and sudden that you actually had to pause for a minute.
The SOLDIER whose name you didn't even know yet had really asked you that question, with no hesitation whatsoever.
To say you found him unattractive would be a lie. Hell, that was why you gave him your panties after all.
But how hypocritical of you to give him a pair of panties to remember you by, while you completely forgot about him until he brought up what you did.Â
Still, you were a bit shocked that he would ask for another one without missing a beat, your face doing very little to hide just how taken aback you were.
"Do you... want one ?" You asked slowly, confusion eteched on every inch of your pretty face as you turned around to face him.Â
Sephiroth didn't miss a single movement of yours, be it the muscles of your face tensing into that adorable expression or the simple way your shoulders had dropped slightly, showing that you were less focused on your task and more on what he had said.
You should keep your focus on him.
"I'd settle for one to remember you by." He finally answered, looking into your eyes. "But it could never be enough to satiate my spirit for what it truly wants."
"You're really greedy, you know ?" A soft scoff left your lips as you looked at him up and down.
An absolute unit of a man, tall and broad as he was. His long hair didn't make it better, seemingly making him look even more physically imposing.Â
"I'm not usually... this." He gestured towards himself, trying to make you understand the words he refused to speak outloud.
Pathetic, hungry; needy, lost, consummed by lust... Between other things.
A small smile drew itself on your face as you looked around the room.
Everything had settled in your mind now, the initial confusion slowly giving way to the small, tiny spark of a tension in the room.Â
"Okay. So what would it take for you to not be 'this' anymore ?" You asked, raising a brow.Â
A long silence installed itself.Â
First of all, why were you wearing a satin dress to work ?Â
It drove him insane, the way it tickled your curves but wasn't tight, just brushing against your silhouette, almost like a teaser.Â
You... Just you, the way you were, the way you moved, the way you talked, it almost turned Sephiroth into a believer, perfection like this didn't just sprout out of nowhere.
"You... What I need is you, not a... 'keepsake'." He finally broke the silence after the longest ten seconds ever.Â
"Uh-huh... And what do I get in return ?"Â
Your question was a direct blow to his ego.
"Have you not been craving for me the way I have for you ?" He asked, a slight furrow of his brows being the sole indication of how he felt.Â
"Should that be enough for me to fuck you ?" You crudely asked in return, slowly circling him as you talked. "There's no Shinra work around the area these days, so you came for me ? Found my workplace ? Kinda creepy..."Â
The contrast of your amused smile as you spoke the facts was frankly confusing him, he did not know if you liked it, or if you were going to send him away.Â
He hadn't exactly paid any thoughts to how this might perceived, after all, it's not like Sephiroth was some sort of romantic, or at the very least in this case, someone aware of social norms.Â
"Creepy ? I wanted you. So I came to you. What seems to be the matter here ?" He questioned, following you with his gaze.Â
You stopped behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, delicately unbuckling his coat's heavy belt.Â
"What if I didn't want to be found, stranger ?"Â
Your voice was low, alluring and pulling him further down.Â
He was drowning in you, and surprisingly, he didn't seem to mind much, his breath hitching as your hands hovered over his cold skin to pull his long coat off.
He definitely wasn't experienced, and most definitely didn't know what to do.
In all his fantasies, he had never taken the time to think about what he'd actually do with you, not when it seemed so out of reach for him back then.Â
"You mentioned the bed was uncomfortable... Should we break it in a little bit to accomodate you ?" You asked, your breath brushing against his skin and giving him chills.
"Is it possible to break a bed ?"Â
That question made you pause for a split second, which he didn't fail to notice.
Another thing he appreciated about you was that you never really thought before speaking. Whenever you had a question, you asked right away, which you then proceeded to do.
"I had my doubts but... I guess that confirms it. You've never felt the touch of a woman before... Am I right ?"Â
And shameless as he was, he didn't hesitate to confirm your doubts immediately.
"I have not. This sort of need has never been felt in my body."Â
"Until me." You continued his sentence, which he immediately confirmed.
"Until you... That being said, I will not disappoint you."Â
You raised a brow, slowly continuing to pull his coat off until it fell to the floor.Â
"Permission to put your hair into a bun ?" You mindfully asked, looking at the long, silky strands. "We're going to need it out of the way."
He nodded curtly in response, mindfully bending down a bit to allow you to gather his hair into your palms, feeling its softness against your skin.Â
It's only then that you noticed that you didn't have a hair tie, and doubting that he had one, you simply took out your own claw clip and used it on him.Â
He didn't question it, not like he had the time.
Your hands caressed his broad, muscular back, pressing down on certain points to alleviate tension.Â
He took a sharp breath, his eyes fluttering closed. And as much as he enjoyed that, he needed more.Â
He reached behind him to feel your hips, his cock hardening in his pants as his grip tightened, as if to make sure that you were really there and that he had gone mad to the point of hallucinating you.Â
"Tsk tsk, you really are greedy." You whispered, your hands going up his back and over his shoulders.
With a gentle scratch at his chest, you leaned closer to his ear, whispering a simple command : "Get on the bed."Â
A bit stunned but also dazed, he simply nodded, taking off the rest of his clothes before climbing onto the bed.Â
You chuckled softly at his nonchalant eagerness, looking into his eyes as you slowly pulled your dress off.
He looked feverish, his eyes slightly glazed over and cheeks slightly reddened.Â
His hands gripped the sheets so tightly his veins popped out, nothing but pure need coursing through his veins as he watched you slowly climb over him.Â
Your face now hovered over his, one of your indexes traced over the shape of his nose before poking his lips, your eyes set on them.Â
"Sephiroth." He finally gave his a name, his voice breathy and so soft it could almost be considered a whisper. "If you were to forget me again, remember that name, at least."
You chuckled, looking up into his eyes again.
"You plan to make yourself forgettable ? Geez, what a bummer..."Â
Without leaving him a chance to question your sarcasm, you leaned down and finally kissed him.Â
If he didn't know what to do at first, he quickly caught on, his arms wrapping around your back to pull you closer which only served to make him harder at the feeling of your nipples poking against his chest.
"You're so untouched... Cute..." You whispered against his lips.Â
He barely hummed in acknowledgment, your eyes shut as his hands squeezed your waist, making sure that this was still really happening and not a dream.Â
The second confirmation that you were really there was already enough for him, a quiet groan leaving his lips as soon as you pulled away, the sounds so oddly adorable it made you chuckle quietly.
But he didn't perceive as such, no.Â
He saw that as you making fun of him, as if you weren't taking him seriously.
Frustrated, Sephiroth flipped you over and sat back on his knees, his hands delicately spreading your thighs.Â
"Sephiroth ?" You called out, not against what he was doing but confused as to where this energy came from. Â
"I'm not someone you should laugh at... Especially not when I'm like this." He muttered before diving between your legs.
Your eyes were wide in shock, but soon enough, a loud moan was ripped out of your throat.
All it took was an endeared chuckle to activate him, make him completely lose his mind.Â
The usually neat and practical Sephiroth turned out to be a messy eater.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass to bring you even closer to his mouth, a loud inhaling sound heard as he breathed you in deeply, followed by a deep groan on his part.Â
"I needed you... All those nights I needed this... And you're making fun of me for it..." He whispered against your pussy. "I have no experience, but I know the human body."Â
His mouth sucked in your clit, spit dripping down from his mouth.
Your moans worried him that he might have been hurting you at first, but the tug of your fingers in his hair pulling him closer were both reassurance enough and motivation to keep going.
He slid his tongue inside you, the tip of his nose rubbing your clit as his hands slid from your ass to your hips to pull you closer, moaning low in his chest at your taste.Â
Yes, he was probably a believer now.
Because surely, heaven was between right between your thighs.Â
He slid two long fingers inside you to feel more of you, his fingers moving just the right way in his experimental touch, curling right on your spot and thrusting against it with the right amount of pressure.
He could barely register the tugs at his hair or the way your jiggly thighs crushed his head, eating you out for his own pleasure more than yours at this point, his eyes almost rolling back in ecstasy.Â
Because before that could happen, his face and a bit of his hair were drenched in your climax, squirting all over him.
His eyes snapped open as he finally looked up at you.
He wasn't stupid, he knew that wasn't pee. What he didn't know was that women could do something like this, which didn't help his almost unhinged fascination for you.
"Sorry..." You breathed out, your chest heaving.
He looked at you, how completely dazed you looked, your lips all swollen from how hard you've been biting on them.Â
"Atta boy..." You whispered, stroking his wet cheek. "Do you want a rag, or-"Â
You panted quietly as you looked at him, curious, but not enough to question him.
He was eager to prove himself, so this ?
This was the physical proof of his success. Him quite literally drowning in your essence.
He never wanted to wipe you off of him.
"Do that again." He asked, looking at your pussy almost curiously as he nibbled on your inner thighs, hungry for more.
"I can't do that on command." You replied, shaking your head.Â
Licking his lips to taste more of you, he climbed back over you, his cock resting on your stomach as he kissed you again.
He didn't know why exactly he felt the need to do that, but he did it anyway, devouring you whole and swapping the taste of your pussy for the one on your tongue.Â
His lips quickly found their way to your neck, kissing and biting at your supple skin, probably without realizing how passionate he was being, not when the man was on a mission to eat you, to taste every inch of your skin.
Your breathing could barely keep up as you reached down to his cock and positioned it at your entrance.Â
"Come on, let's keep going." You spoke softly under your breath.Â
"Are you satisfied with me ?" He asked, experimentally pushing his hips forward a bit.Â
"Very." You nodded, the half of his hair you had pulled out of the claw clip tickling your skin. "More... Pretty please."Â
And without any reservation, he slid inside you in one slow thrust, savoring the feeling of every inch of him welcomed into your tight, warm cunt, a low mixture of a groan and moan leaving his lips.
His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, holding you close as his face buried into the crook of his neck.
It was like his hips had a mind of their own, thrusting into you in slow, powerful thrusts.
Your nails dug into his back, the slight ache only serving to fuel him.
No words were spoken, not when you had no choice but to be quiet when his thick cock wreckedyour sensitive cunt like this, his fingers gripping your flesh tightly as if scared you would disappear, his soft sounds of pleasure falling directly into his ear.Â
"So good..." He whispered once before biting your shoulder, one powerful hand squeezing your left breast.Â
He didn't have to do a lot to make you cum again.Â
This time, you didn't squirt but you tightened like a damn vice, a louder groan leaving him and vibrating against your skin.
He didn't curse, didn't talk, didn't moan or beg but just took, and kept taking, successfully proving himself.
He picked up pace, your legs shaking as you cried out, overstimulated.Â
You held onto his firm biceps, your eyes rolling back as your back arched into him, the feeling of his cock pulsing and leaking precum inside you making you feel dizzy.
And when he finally came inside you, Sephiroth's vision blurred, his touch almost bruising for how hard he held on to you, his teeth sinking into your right breast.Â
Nothing else mattered, just the pent up loads of cum that you should have been stuffed with all along finally being right where they belonged.Â
His thrusts slowed down progressively, though he didn't stop through his orgasm, giving you every last drop until he was dry.Â
Finally, he understood the occasional sex talk he'd overhear his colleagues go on about. Though frankly, part of him still thought they were exaggerating, because none of them had you.
And perhaps, that's all it came down to.Â
His desires, his needs, his overwhelming lust were all yours to have, and no one else's.
No one else's hands should touch him, no one else deserve to have his fascination, no one else had their place in his mind, but you.
He rolled off of you quietly, but held onto you close.
Just as he was all yours, he had decided you'd be all his.
Nobody else could have you like this, ever.Â
He looked at you quietly, how peaceful and slightly flushed you looked, your eyelids heavy and your body marked by his teeth.
This wasn't nearly enough for all those weeks he had spent yearning for your affections.Â
But you weren't him, you didn't have the type of stamina he did. In a rare demonstration of empathy, he decided to put himself in your shoes for a second and let you have your rest.
You'd definitely need it for later.
Before you could (irresponsibly) fall asleep on the clock in a customer's bed, you manage to let out one last thing though, all cuddled up into his chest like nothing else mattered, a sight he wanted to engrave in his mind.
"We should definitely work out something more long term..."
And though you were half-asleep, your conscience slowly slipping out and your awareness being at an all-time low, you were sure, could bet your life on the fact that you felt Sephiroth none only kiss your shoulder,
with a smile on his lips.
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