A/N: Originally for ElenaChatNoir's Horny on May Challenge, and the most up to date version is posted on ao3!
In this section you will find the updated couples and chapters. Each chapter will contain a different narrative.
one: "you shouldn't have kissed me back." • lesti
two: bad, sad, and mad • lesti
three: ache • lesti
four: sting • lesti
five: prettygirlz • aerti
six: pussy is mine • cloti
seven: sex money feelings die • reti
eight: fuck em only we know • lesti (to be completed)
(This is a loose alternative ending to my LesTi fic, 'Exotic'. Enjoy!)
lust
one: i guess i need u
The mirror has begun to fog, ignited by the inner fires that steam off their bodies in that enclosed space. Leslie wishes she hadn't kissed him back. Their lip lock dizzied him. It brought him to fantasies of a lost place deep inside his past, where lanterns trembled from Wutai's windy springs, as fireworks punctured the darkened sky. He would've been sinful. Brought her to an empty temple, as his hands hiked up her kimono.
She stares at him, eyes hazy. Her fingers are still gripping his shoulders. Lips swollen like a ripened cherry.
"You shouldn't have kissed me back," he says, wanting to choke back his words.
"What?"
Leslie shoves her up against the mirror. She gasps, but soon drapes her arms around his neck like he belongs to her. Self-control ruptured. His hand flits its way beneath the hem of her kimono. It'd taken some time to put on. Now he's wondering if he should undo every knot.
Tifa grasps onto his nape, shuddering when Leslie's fingertips crawl over her thighs. "I wanted to," she says, teeth grazing his neck, her breasts press onto his chest.
Shit.
The blood rushes downwards, his hardened cock twitches for her touch. Something has to give. She should've already felt it on her. Tifa closes her eyes, moves her hips in slow, sensual waves waiting for his descent into her.
Instead, Leslie kisses her again, softer this time without the desperation he had earlier. "I'll take care of you then," he says, his breath warm on her ear, right before he nibbles her earlobe. When a finger touches her heat, the wetness already drips from her folds, coating his knuckles. He can't help but smirk to himself, realizing she hadn't bothered wearing underwear.
"Leslie, pl–"
He could tell she wants it. Her pussy must be throbbing for his fingers to plunge themselves in her. She's tired of self-pleasure, the same way he is.
The fabric of the kimono suddenly rustles on his hand, and he's reminded that this is wrong – that a kimono shouldn't be disrespected like this. But there's no time for honour especially when he's been fucked in the head all along, using Corneo to atone for his sins, furthering his own count.
Tifa thrusts into him then, moaning with a wantonness that spurs him on. And he finally strokes her, spreading her wetness across his fingers, over her entrance until he slips them upwards to find that small, hard nub. Once he does so, he says to her, his voice an octave deeper than before, "You want me to stop?"
She licks her lips, begging him, "J-just do it already."
He applies the pressure, begins to rub her, chuckling when he hears her keen. As a sleeve slips down off her shoulder, his mouth clasps the sharpness of it. Tasting the sweetness contained in her skin. He spreads her entrance, sinking a finger into her. Her tightness swallows him whole. It's hot. It's soaking. Tifa's panting evolves into high pitch gasps, making him imagine his length sheathed inside of her.
Soon.
Maybe he is torturing himself because he wants her in his bed, wants her to pin him down and fuck away the pain that's he's numbed himself to. He can't, not yet atleast.
In resignation, he closes his eyes, stretches her out further when he places another finger in her cunt. Moving inside, fingers hooked and stroking as he brings Tifa to the highest of highs, feeling her searing heat like it's the sun burning into him, forcing him to accept that he'll never deserve a girl like her.