sephiroth x reader smut

sephiroth x reader

warning: this is the actual smut part!!!!!!

You didn't bother to switch on any lights as you stumbled straight towards your bedroom- Sephiroth took the moment to think of when he'd get to escape, seeing as he anticipated you only wanted someone to comfort you.

For once, he was the foolish one for believing your intentions were pure.

He'd leave as soon as you fell asleep, that was his plan. Assuming that you were changing into sleepwear, he rummaged through your fridge and grabbed a water bottle for you, as well as a bucket and some painkillers. He figured you wouldn't remember in the morning, so he didn't feel any hesitation looking through your apartment.

When the your bedroom door was open, he figured that was his cue to leave his findings on your nightstand, assuming that maybe you had already gone to sleep. Poor mistake. He glanced over at you in the dark and had to do a double take to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him.

The moonlight coming from behind your bed shone down on your naked body- first on your legs, his eyes tracing up to your hips, your breasts, and then your face. That same, pleasing expression on your face.

She's too young. was his first thought of millions, his face feeling hot as he stared at you. To be fair, he was feeling like an idiot for thinking that "wanting company" could mean anything else when you're insanely drunk and insanely stupid. His throat was burning with a loss for what to say, feet already carrying him to escape the situation.

As per your character, you put a hand on his arm to stop him, standing on your hands and knees while lulling him with pleading mumbles and an innocent look. Frankly, he despised it- he despised the way you could stop him, and the way that you got him to come closer and lean in close. He was extremely hesitant, and he stood still so you could evaluate the situation and potentially change your mind.

As much as he detested your foolishness, he didn't want to taint you as a stranger. He should at least know you before doing something as significant as this. He told this to you, too, but you just shook your head and said, "I know you well enough."

That in itself made him succumb, allowing himself to be touched in private areas by someone he knew "well enough". You got him to sit so that you could crawl into his lap and kiss him without much hesitation. His hands wandered your back as you forced your tongue into his mouth, allowing yourself to melt in his lap.

You hummed when you felt something hard between your legs, lightly rocking back and forth against the leather hitch like was your job to tease him. You'd get him to shuck his jacket off, then his shirt, then his trousers. He was acting coy, trying to seem more put together than he was.

His demeanor didn't bode well with most women, so he wouldn't call himself sexually active by any means. It made him nervous- if he were used to this he'd be grabbing you in all sorts of places and having his way. Rather, he was delicate and calculated with his hands, his mouth, and the way he'd lean back a bit to allow you more space to rub against him.

You'd peck at him and give him hickeys, laughing between lovebites. It aggravated him that someone so much younger could be so much better at this sort of thing, hence the way he held your waist with one arm as he flipped the both of you over. He loomed above you now, almighty and terrifying. When drunk, you thought it was rather attractive.

His lips traced your cheek, you neck, and eventually down to your breasts. He could feel the unsteady rise and fall of your chest- you wanted him to do so much more, yet he remained a far enough distance away that you needed to whine for him. The sound of impatience from you got him to loosen up a little, and to chuckle when you whimpered because he purposefully kept his hands far from your sex.

"You ought to learn some manners," He speaks under his breath, leaving marks in a trail until he was at your stomach. With that, he sat up to look at what he was working with. He looked back at you, a slight grin musing his face when he saw your embarrassment for being so needy. "So wet and I haven't touched you yet. Haven't you been taught to have patience?"

To that, you whined and opened your legs further as to invite him. Suddenly, he was leaning down, eyeing you from between your thighs. "You will remain quiet when I eat you out." You were so blind sighted by your craving for him that you didn't know what you were saying yes to as you nodded.

"Wait-!" You spoke too late, and your breath hitched as his tongue swirled against your clit as though it were somekind of candy to him. Immediately forgetting what you agreed upon, you let a moan escape you- he glanced up at you, pausing his work until you started to whine again. Lesson learned.

He yearned for your small gasps of air, and the way that you couldn't contain yourself enough not to cover your mouth. Instead, one hand tangled through Sephiroth's hair, and the other gripped the bed as he licked every inch of your intimacy.

As soon as you felt a familiar heat building within you, he stopped again. You tried reaching your hand down to pleasure yourself to completion, but he ended up grabbing it before you could try. He let out a bit of a laugh, admiring how your face contorted just by the feeling of a breeze against your sex. He couldn't hide it, he wanted you.

He looked at you, then down to his boxers. He couldn't hide his erecting now, could he? You stared with eagerness in your eyes, surprising your partner when you asked if you could suck him off.

He seemed just as surprised, giving you a look of amusement as you crawled forward and pulled his boxers down. His length practically slapped you in the face when you released it, causing Sephiroth to hold back a laugh because you didn't see it coming. "Oh?"

You didn't waste any time letting your tongue roll over his tip, then down his shaft once or twice. As soon as your lips left his cock, your hand replaced it, pumping as if you were getting paid for it. Sephiroth didn't have the highest endurance for things like this, hence the occasional moan that slipped out from behind his hand. It was like music to you- music from a beautiful stranger.

You stared up at him with hungry eyes as you bobbed yourself back and forth on his length, causing him to grow weak in the knees and hold onto a bundle of your hair as a way to keep you from going too far. You didn't listen to the tugs that he gave you, instead trying to get him to cum right then and there.

He'd stop you by pulling you back by the hair, a sinister sort of grin on his face when he stared at your disheveled one.