Tseng/Elena- Mixing Things Up
Title: Mixing Things Up
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tseng/Elena
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #18. Strained
Word Count: 1351
Warnings: Slight bondage, smut, oral.
Summary: She hadn't thought he was serious.
She couldn’t believe, in the end, that she had agreed to let him do this. She was a Turk and Turks never did things like that. They were strong and independent. They never let anyone hold them down, literally or metaphorically. And yet, here she was, tied down in the most literally form of the word.
She didn’t think he had actually meant it when he asked her if he could do that to her. She had thought he was joking around, and though he was never exactly known for his sense of humor, she knew he had one, and there were times, the rare ones, when that sense of humor would come out. It was shocking to her for many reasons, but she enjoyed it, so, of course, when he had looked at her from over his tea cup and asked her if they could try something new, if he could tie her up, she had thought he was joking and had agreed, sipping her own tea.
So, when they had finished their tea and he had lifted her from her seat, pressing his lips against hers, backing her up towards his bedroom, she didn’t think there was anything unusual about it. When he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, following her as she moved up to rest her head on the pillow, nothing seemed different. But, when she was busy kissing him, working her mouth firmly against his, and his hand moved her hands towards the bars of the headboard, something stirred slightly inside her head, but his lips felt so nice against hers that she didn’t notice it until she felt his cuffs close around her second wrist.
She turned her head away from him to look up at her wrists. She tugged slightly on her arm, testing to see if the handcuffs were really closed, and found they were. She couldn’t get away, even if she had tried with all her might. She would have ended up just cutting her own skin open against the metal.
She turned to look at him, almost asked him what he was doing, then remembered she had agreed to this. Truthfully, it wasn’t as thought she was afraid, otherwise she would have told him to unrestrain her. No, she was more interested in what he was going to do than anything.
His mouth pressed against the side of her neck, warm and strong. She shivered at the contact, arching her head back to give him better access. He fingers worked deftly, unbuttoning her work jacket, followed shortly her crisp white business shirt.
His fingers danced across the scar tissue on her chest, caressing it. She knew he was remembering their captivation by Kadaj and his gang, knew there was a kind of guilt in the back of his mind over what had happened. He was upset he hadn’t been able to protect her; he hadn’t been able to stop them from hurting her. Every time they had cut into her flesh she had seen it in his eyes- he was worried about her, he wanted to hurt them for what they were doing, and her eyes had screamed back not to tell them anything, no matter what. She would have gladly died to protect the secrets they had been entrusted with. They were marks of her bravery and they were reminders of his guilt.
His finger traced down the largest mark, the one that ran between her breasts, covered partly by the fabric of her bra. His fingers deftly undid the front clasp of her bra, sliding it away from her skin so he could bend down and trace the scar with his tongue. She gasped, arching uselessly against him. He was apologizing for not protecting her from them.
He ran has hand over one of her breasts, brushing her nipple with his thumb until she gasped and squirmed uselessly against her restraints. She could feel him smiling against her scar before his mouth moved, first placing a kiss against her nipple, before taking it into his mouth, sucking softly, running his tongue across it. She whimpered, fisting her hands, wishing they were in his long, thick hair as he continued to suckle softly on her breast before switching to the other, repeating the same actions.
She bucked desperately against him, pressing her hips into his. He growled, low and in the back of his throat, reaching down and pinning her hips to the bed. He looked up at her, smiling. “Patience, dear Elena.”
She almost growled at him, hating being confined, but she knew it would do her no good. He was in control of this, whether she liked it or not, and she would just deal with it and accept it.
His fingers moved deftly, unfastening her pants, pulling them slowly down her legs, too slowly for her liking, and she kicked out, trying to remove them faster, but he stilled the movement, taking his time, running his hands up and down her legs, brushing his fingers softly between her legs until she bit her lip and he could feel her arousal through the thin fabric there.
She whimpered pitifully and he looked up at her with hooded eyes. She could almost taste the lust in them before he tugged down her underwear and removed them as slowly as he had her pants, then kneeled between her legs. She watched him with curious chocolate colored eyes, wondering what he was going to do next. Then he cupped her bottom in his hand, lifting her bottom half up, resting her legs over his shoulders.
“Tseng…”
His gaze flickered up to her face, then back to the subject at hand as he bent forward, lashing his tongue out between her legs. She moaned quietly, closing her eyes and arching her head back into the pillows, trying to shift her hips closer to him. His grip on her was too strong, however, and her hips moved uselessly against his strength.
The blonde Turk whimpered pitifully as Tseng’s tongue flickered across her, taking the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs into his mouth from time to time, sucking softly, then grazing his teeth across it. He seemed to enjoy the sound of her panting, her squirming beneath his touch. Every time her pleasure built, he would slow his actions, denying her the right of getting too close to her release so she whimpered louder. He found the fact that he could make this strong girl plead with these sounds for release intoxicating. No one could ever make this girl weak or make her beg. She was strong and vicious. The fact that he could make her whimper and plead for him to bring her release was one of the most exhilarating things he had ever experienced.
She whimpered again, louder than before, and his gaze flickered once again to her face. She was begging him with her eyes not to torture her anymore, just to let her have her release, and he couldn’t deny her that.
He lowered his head once more, sucking firmly on her swollen clit and sliding a finger inside of her, stroking her firmly. She whimpered and bucked against him, panting. He bit down and she lost control, moaning her name and shuddering violently as she rode her orgasm, his tongue lashing out softly against her.
He kissed her stomach, lowering her to rest against the bed once more and crawled up, kissing her chest, then her mouth softly, reaching up and undoing her restraints. Instantly she was rubbing at her wrists as he took a spot next to her and pulled her naked body against him.
She breathed heavily against his chest, closing her eyes as he stroked her hair over and over again. “Rest for a bit, Elena,” he told her quietly.
“What about you?”
He laughed, kissing the top of her head. “The night is still young.”
Yes, it is, she thought. And I owe you some payback.
Fandom: FFVII
Pairing: Tseng/Elena
Rating: NC-17
Prompt: #18. Strained
Word Count: 1351
Warnings: Slight bondage, smut, oral.
Summary: She hadn't thought he was serious.
She couldn’t believe, in the end, that she had agreed to let him do this. She was a Turk and Turks never did things like that. They were strong and independent. They never let anyone hold them down, literally or metaphorically. And yet, here she was, tied down in the most literally form of the word.
She didn’t think he had actually meant it when he asked her if he could do that to her. She had thought he was joking around, and though he was never exactly known for his sense of humor, she knew he had one, and there were times, the rare ones, when that sense of humor would come out. It was shocking to her for many reasons, but she enjoyed it, so, of course, when he had looked at her from over his tea cup and asked her if they could try something new, if he could tie her up, she had thought he was joking and had agreed, sipping her own tea.
So, when they had finished their tea and he had lifted her from her seat, pressing his lips against hers, backing her up towards his bedroom, she didn’t think there was anything unusual about it. When he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, following her as she moved up to rest her head on the pillow, nothing seemed different. But, when she was busy kissing him, working her mouth firmly against his, and his hand moved her hands towards the bars of the headboard, something stirred slightly inside her head, but his lips felt so nice against hers that she didn’t notice it until she felt his cuffs close around her second wrist.
She turned her head away from him to look up at her wrists. She tugged slightly on her arm, testing to see if the handcuffs were really closed, and found they were. She couldn’t get away, even if she had tried with all her might. She would have ended up just cutting her own skin open against the metal.
She turned to look at him, almost asked him what he was doing, then remembered she had agreed to this. Truthfully, it wasn’t as thought she was afraid, otherwise she would have told him to unrestrain her. No, she was more interested in what he was going to do than anything.
His mouth pressed against the side of her neck, warm and strong. She shivered at the contact, arching her head back to give him better access. He fingers worked deftly, unbuttoning her work jacket, followed shortly her crisp white business shirt.
His fingers danced across the scar tissue on her chest, caressing it. She knew he was remembering their captivation by Kadaj and his gang, knew there was a kind of guilt in the back of his mind over what had happened. He was upset he hadn’t been able to protect her; he hadn’t been able to stop them from hurting her. Every time they had cut into her flesh she had seen it in his eyes- he was worried about her, he wanted to hurt them for what they were doing, and her eyes had screamed back not to tell them anything, no matter what. She would have gladly died to protect the secrets they had been entrusted with. They were marks of her bravery and they were reminders of his guilt.
His finger traced down the largest mark, the one that ran between her breasts, covered partly by the fabric of her bra. His fingers deftly undid the front clasp of her bra, sliding it away from her skin so he could bend down and trace the scar with his tongue. She gasped, arching uselessly against him. He was apologizing for not protecting her from them.
He ran has hand over one of her breasts, brushing her nipple with his thumb until she gasped and squirmed uselessly against her restraints. She could feel him smiling against her scar before his mouth moved, first placing a kiss against her nipple, before taking it into his mouth, sucking softly, running his tongue across it. She whimpered, fisting her hands, wishing they were in his long, thick hair as he continued to suckle softly on her breast before switching to the other, repeating the same actions.
She bucked desperately against him, pressing her hips into his. He growled, low and in the back of his throat, reaching down and pinning her hips to the bed. He looked up at her, smiling. “Patience, dear Elena.”
She almost growled at him, hating being confined, but she knew it would do her no good. He was in control of this, whether she liked it or not, and she would just deal with it and accept it.
His fingers moved deftly, unfastening her pants, pulling them slowly down her legs, too slowly for her liking, and she kicked out, trying to remove them faster, but he stilled the movement, taking his time, running his hands up and down her legs, brushing his fingers softly between her legs until she bit her lip and he could feel her arousal through the thin fabric there.
She whimpered pitifully and he looked up at her with hooded eyes. She could almost taste the lust in them before he tugged down her underwear and removed them as slowly as he had her pants, then kneeled between her legs. She watched him with curious chocolate colored eyes, wondering what he was going to do next. Then he cupped her bottom in his hand, lifting her bottom half up, resting her legs over his shoulders.
“Tseng…”
His gaze flickered up to her face, then back to the subject at hand as he bent forward, lashing his tongue out between her legs. She moaned quietly, closing her eyes and arching her head back into the pillows, trying to shift her hips closer to him. His grip on her was too strong, however, and her hips moved uselessly against his strength.
The blonde Turk whimpered pitifully as Tseng’s tongue flickered across her, taking the swollen bundle of nerves between her legs into his mouth from time to time, sucking softly, then grazing his teeth across it. He seemed to enjoy the sound of her panting, her squirming beneath his touch. Every time her pleasure built, he would slow his actions, denying her the right of getting too close to her release so she whimpered louder. He found the fact that he could make this strong girl plead with these sounds for release intoxicating. No one could ever make this girl weak or make her beg. She was strong and vicious. The fact that he could make her whimper and plead for him to bring her release was one of the most exhilarating things he had ever experienced.
She whimpered again, louder than before, and his gaze flickered once again to her face. She was begging him with her eyes not to torture her anymore, just to let her have her release, and he couldn’t deny her that.
He lowered his head once more, sucking firmly on her swollen clit and sliding a finger inside of her, stroking her firmly. She whimpered and bucked against him, panting. He bit down and she lost control, moaning her name and shuddering violently as she rode her orgasm, his tongue lashing out softly against her.
He kissed her stomach, lowering her to rest against the bed once more and crawled up, kissing her chest, then her mouth softly, reaching up and undoing her restraints. Instantly she was rubbing at her wrists as he took a spot next to her and pulled her naked body against him.
She breathed heavily against his chest, closing her eyes as he stroked her hair over and over again. “Rest for a bit, Elena,” he told her quietly.
“What about you?”
He laughed, kissing the top of her head. “The night is still young.”
Yes, it is, she thought. And I owe you some payback.