Stranger Danger || Sephiroth x Reader

Which one of us needs Pleasured?

Warning: This chapter contains mature topics and serious smut. If you're uncomfortable with that, I advise that you skip this chapter.

Also shoutout to Cody again because smut and thank you in advance for the support!

I came into my apartment after a long day at work. It had been 3 months since Sephiroth was first in my apartment, and he hadn't visited since. I hung up my keys and walked farther in. I was caught by surprise when a strong hand pinned mine to the wall as soon as I was in the main part of my apartment. I looked up, only to find Sephiroth slamming his lips against mine, sloppily, forcefully. He acted as if he needed more and what he wasn't getting wasn't enough. I pulled back and demanded to know what the hell he was doing.

"You need pleasured, you haven't gotten enough lately..I can sense it," he lied. I believed his lie because it had been awhile since I'd had sex. So I gave him the go ahead of continue. Sephiroth kissed me again, with more passion than before. It was sloppier. He lifted my legs up and carried me to my bed. He slammed me down and ripped open my shirt. Ripped. He began undoing his armor as he began kissing down my neck. He found my sweet spot, and kept nibbling it. I moaned—against my will. I didn't need him to know he was satisfying me, but at this point he already knew.

He moved down my breasts, and pulled up my skirt, going past my panties and fingering my clit. It was like I couldn't stop moaning. He began rubbing his dick up and down with his hand, moaning himself a little. Sephiroth then slid it into my pussy, then once he got comfortable, he went as fast and hard as he pleased. It hurt. It hurt so bad. But as much as I moaned and screamed, he wouldn't stop. It hurt, but it was pure ecstasy. Sephiroth had a hold of my arms, he held them above my head as he pumped in and out. I moaned his name quietly, then he went harder, making me scream "SEPHIROTH!!" He smirked at me, as he tilted his head back in pleasure, finishing inside of me.

Sephiroth seemed so much less tense than he was when he slammed into me earlier. He continued to pump in and out at an ungodly speed and strength. His cock felt like 12 inches. It probably is to be perfectly honest. I kept screaming, until he put his lips on mine as he still continued to pump in and out of me, never seeming to get tired. He demanded his tongue have access to the inside of my mouth. I want going to let him go down without a fight, though. Our tongues battled for dominance, although mine lost all too quickly to Sephiroth's. He moaned into my mouth as he explored it. He somehow still continued to pump his cock in and out as he did this. His tongue explored every inch of my mouth and throat as he traded saliva with me. When he was finished exploring, he gave me access to explore his mouth and throat. He too, didn't go down without a fight, though. He allowed me to win, and when I did, I explored every crevice and spot I could, knowing how rare this opportunity most likely was to me. We traded more saliva, and when we pulled away for air, a string of saliva still continued to connect our mouths. We gasped and panted for air. His cock inside of me was like a background feeling now, as I was aware of his gorgeous eyes and I kept feeling his beautiful, long, silver hair caress my arms and torso.

Sephiroth grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his hip as he finished one last time inside of me. He pulled out and went to my pussy to eat me out. His tongue was more than magic. It made me moan more and more. When he was done with his new toy, he left me in the bed and went to my shower to clean himself up. I couldn't even sit up, I was too wobbly. When he came back after his shower, he was still naked, and his dick was still hard. He got dressed and lifted me up into his arms and carried my into the shower. He cleaned me up and got me dressed. He laid me in the bed again and kissed me passionately on the lips. That was his goodbye. I blinked and he was gone. I was left thinking about what had happened for the rest of the night. I wondered if he was thinking about it too. If he was as ecstatic about it as I was. I was basically vibrating with happiness. But I was also ashamed. But it was overwhelmed with pleasure. I craved his kissed again, his touch had been so foreign on my body, my breasts, but I needed it. I'd beg for it. I'd sell my soul for it. I craved for when we'd meet again.