Rating: MA (NC-17)
Pairings: Rufus Shinra/Tifa Lockhart
Type: One shot
Warnings: Sexual situations. Very much so.
His lips were attached to my neck, my eyes closed tight. I tilted my head back and pressed it against the wall, my fingers in his hair. This was sinful, this was wrong. If my friends knew they would never forgive me, but right then I didn't care. His tongue lashed out and danced across my skin, my breath hitched as I tugged him closer. "Do you love me?" I whispered to him in the dark.
His breath came out in a sharp laughter as he answered me. "No."
"I love you," I told him quietly.
"I know," he said, his tongue sliding up my neck again. "And I'm sorry for that."
I held my breath. I forced myself not to cry. I knew this would happen, I knew I would fall for him when he couldn't fall for me. I should have kept myself safe from this, should have distanced myself from his strong skillful hands. My breath hitched again as his hand slid up my thigh. "Please, don't."
I could feel him smirk against my skin. His hand ceased for a moment. "Problem?"
I let out the breath I was holding, released my grip on his hair. "I have to go."
"You want to go."
He brushed his fingertips down my thigh. My breath hitched. "Why?"
"You don't love me."
"That never bothered you before."
"It bothers me now."
"Hmm." His teeth tugged on my earlobe. "I could pretend to love you, if you like."
"No, I don't want that." My hands gripped his shoulders. He was doing this on purpose, getting me to a point where I couldn't tell him no, where I would be begging for his touch. "Don't pretend to love me."
His breath was warm against my ear. "Then what do you want me to do?" He wasn't asking out of kindness, he was teasing me again. "What do you want me to do?" he asked again, his hand sliding up my thigh, skipping across my leg and resting against my stomach. "Tell me and perhaps I will do it."
My eyes were clenched tightly shut. "Let me go," I whispered. "Let me leave."
His fingers slid inside of my pants, into my panties, brushed against my crotch. My breath hissed again. “Is that really what you want?”
“Yes.” Even to me my voice didn’t sound convincing. He was making my brain spin, my fingers dug into his shoulders.
I could feel his skillful fingers brush against me again, and then he slid one of them inside of me, and then the other.
I let out a groan, shifted my hips to try to both pull away from him and arch towards him at the same time. My body was so conflicted.
He laughed against my neck. “I don’t think you really want me to let you go.”
“Yes….yes I do.” Damn, I was lying. His fingers were moving inside of me, touching me in ways I never thought he could.
“You’re lying,” he accused. “You are a very bad liar.”
I bit my lip so I wouldn’t make a sound. I didn’t trust my own voice.
“Admit you’re lying.” His finger brushed against my clit.
I arched towards him. “I’m lying!”
He smirked against my neck. “I already knew that.” His hand slid out of my pants as he bit my neck. “You can never lie to me.” His hands gripped my hips. “The truth always shines through.” He hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my pants, brought his face around in front of me with that damn smirk still on his face. “You can never resist me.”
He tugged hard on my pants and they rolled down my hips. I gazed at him with hooded eyes as he began to kneel in front of me, pulling my pants and underwear down in the process.
I tried to clear my head. “What are you-“
“Shh!” He grinned up at me. “Just trust me.”
I didn’t trust him though. Not with my body, not with my heart. But I couldn’t even speak yet, I just watched him curiously.
He smirked up at me and lifted my leg to place it over his shoulder. “What are you-“
He didn’t answer me, merely leaned forward and blew on my sensitive crotch.
“Ah!” My palms pressed flat against the wall. I closed my eyes. Damn him.
He laughed. “So sensitive. How fun.”
I kept my eyes closed. Nothing moved, time seemed to stand still, and then I felt his tongue flick against my sensitive folds. “Ugh!”
My one hand found its way to his hair as I arched away from him.
He laughed pressing a hand against my stomach to keep me rooted in the spot, pressing me hard against the wall. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “Do not move.”
I couldn’t even if I tried.
His tongue darted out again. My head was in a fog of emotions, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. My entire being was buzzing from the feeling of him kissing me where no one had ever kissed me before. His tongue was working wonders on me, my hand was fisted in his hair. He withdrew his tongue long enough to bite down hard on my clit and then his tongue slid back inside of me.
My stomach as beginning to feel warm, I could feel things tightening inside of me. I whispered out his name but he didn’t respond. “I can’t…I’m going to…”
I could feel his body shake with laughter as he pulled out his tongue and bit down again on my most sensitive spot.
My muscles tightened. I cried out, my hand firm in his hair as stars burst behind my eyelids. My body shook as an orgasm ripped through my body. My grip fell away from his hair, had he not been holding me against the wall I would have fallen.
He removed my leg from his shoulder and rose to press a kiss to my mouth. His tongue slid inside of my mouth. I could taste something on his tongue that wasn’t there before.
He gripped my waist, hoisted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist as he kissed me, his tongue dancing inside of my mouth.
He carried me over to his desk and slid the contents of it to the floor. He pressed my back against it as he continued to kiss me. Then his mouth slid down towards my neck. He bit down on my collarbone, slid his hand up and under my shirt. I tangled my hand in his hair, closed my eyes.
I could hear the sound of his zipper opening and opened my eyes slightly. “Rufus-“
He bit on my neck again. “Do you want me to stop?”
I thought about it for a second, then reached over and slid his pants down off of his hips, gripped him tightly in my hand. I felt his breath against my neck. “Don’t stop,” I hissed.
He smirked into my skin, wrapped my legs around his hips. I gazed up at him with hooded eyes, released him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. And then he slid inside of me, filled my body. I closed my eyes, let out a low moan as I arched towards him.
We had sex right there on his desk, me clawing at him through his shirt, him gazing down at me with a smirk on his face. I peaked with a cry, screaming out his name.
I lay on his desk for a little while after trying to catch my breath. He smoothed my hair back from my face and quirked an eyebrow at me. “I know you love me,” he said. “And for that I’m sorry Tifa.”