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Note: Participating in Final Heaven Discord Server's #Freak Week 100 Word Smut Challenge. Special thank you to SailorStarDust1 for her gift of "My Little Honeybee". Seriously, wouldn't have been able to join in this week of fun if you hadn't written that. Such an honor for an amazing writer like you to mention my work.

Short Court Style

by theClosetPoet7

If it fits, then it should stay like this, for it's a crime if we can't be with the one we've loved all along. And for Cloud Strife, it has always been Tifa Lockhart. [100 Word CloTi Smut Challenge Reel].

underneath the highwind

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The first time is sharp and foreign. When Cloud fills her to the hilt, Tifa clenches her legs around his taut hips while he anchors her to him by digging his fingers into one soft thigh.

"Only you." he says.

Only you

It never occurred to her that she had just given herself wholly to him this time; never able to go back from this heated dance. She follows the line of his sweat, starting from one brow down to the tip of his chin while he makes her his in ways he never has before.

Hard and unyielding.

Perfect.

wark!

.

He had just been inside her hours ago, yet here he was, fucking Tifa on her knees, thrusting into her deep while she clutches at the stable's wooden frame.

He slides her soft hair over her shoulder and plucks the hay off tangled locks, hips unrelenting in their quest to rut into her and revel in the feel of her moist cunt tightening when he takes her to their promised land.

Cloud's breaths come out in harsh pants while he stares at his cum sliding down her thighs, thinking he wants her again.

The Chocobos just stared in utter disbelief.

in the aftermath

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"I want to taste you."

Those words become her undoing. Cloud slides down her body, his hands follow a path over her shaking legs until they wrap around her ankles. He roughly pulls her to the edge of their bed, sinking to his knees while he maintains their eye contact.

He parts her folds with two fingers and presses his skilled tongue to her clit, flicking it gently with his wet appendage and then taking it into his lips, blowing her mind.

She misses his body for a moment only to suddenly cum when he sucks her the right way.

another seventh heaven

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He'd never admit it to her but the moment Tifa's pink lips wrapped around his aching cock while he worked on her moist heat, tongue darting out to tease that tiny pebble, Cloud couldn't seem to look at her mouth the same way again.

Kissing her brought forth memories of intense fucking when not too long ago their positions were reversed and he had instinctively moved his hips to her pretty face.

When his fingers tangle in her long hair and she begins her seductive descent, the ex-SOLDIER gasps out "fuck" when she takes him into her mouth once more.

a new kink

.

She had shied away from princess pink weeks ago, but now, with Cloud's hands tied to the bedpost while she rode him hard and well, Tifa wishes that she'd done this sooner.

The sight of him rendered helpless, with his wild eyes meeting hers as he grunts and lifts his hips to her forward thrusts, slowly takes her to the verge of bliss only to be driven to it much sooner when Mako-enhanced strength breaks through puffy cuffs and calloused hands slide up sweaty skin to cushion her when he pushes her onto her back and fucks her with abandon.

soft cushions

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"Too much?"

She asks, while she changes the angle of her tongue.

His cock is cushioned between her sensual breasts. Tifa moves them up and down, teasing him every now and then when she stops to lick the tip, tasting his pre-cum.

His hands grab hold of the back of her head, pulling her closer and pushing himself deeper.

The Gondola shakes to his hips' movement while Cloud thrusts into her pretty mouth, cussing crudely, until he cums hard, his cerulean eyes rolling to the back of his head while Tifa remains on her knees and swallows his creamy essence.

break time

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"Kiss me."

She pushes her hips to his face. He grunts and buries his mouth between her legs.

"Touch me."

Her hand directs his fingers to touch her in her core. Cloud follows her demand and starts flicking her clit.

"Hold me."

Winking, Tifa grabs her own breast and rotates it in an outward motion. Her lover curses and buries his fingers in her moist cunt.

"Love me, Cloud."

She threads her slim digits over his chocobo locks to latch on as he pleasures her with his tongue, blushing furiously that she's letting him fuck her on his work table.

marry me

.

Perhaps giving her the ring should've been done in a way that was more in-character.

When he goes down on one knee, for some reason, Tifa's first instinct is to lift her skirt.

Then again, with the way he pulled her away from the party and placed a blindfold over her eyes, Cloud couldn't quite blame her for misunderstanding.

He shrugs and eagerly buries his face in her wet core.

Prying off her panties feels like second nature.

When he has her legs over his shoulders and starts to lick her there, he mentally notes to ask her properly later.

where?

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"Where do you want it?"

He asks, grabbing a breast and bending down to take a nipple into his mouth, hands gripping her white thighs, thrusting roughly.

"Inside me, cum inside me!"

"Fuck!"

His breaths come out in harsh pants as he holds himself up while she milks his seed into her womb.

It's a relief that she wanted him to cum inside. Because if she didn't, Cloud couldn't have stopped himself from doing so anyway. The feel of her cunt's walls always managed to do that.

He slumps.

Tifa's arms open wide to take him into her loving embrace.

coming home

.

He had always wanted to fuck her at this very place. Her breath hitches when he hikes her dress up and hooks her panties aside to brush his fingers against her damp center.

"Cloud..."

His name uttered in a wanton way teases his cock to full attention. When he has her hot and ready, the young husband drives in, swallowing her gasp in his lips while he eases into her until she can feel his curls against the folds of her womanhood.

Clothes disheveled.

Hands clawing.

He loves her slow and hard against the cold metal of the water tower.

Author's Note: I should be drowned in holy water after writing this. Hope you guys enjoyed that! Had to write up to 10 prompts because why the hell not? XD "Short Court Style" by Natalie Prass of course inspired the title and the summary. ;) Caught any references to my other fics? Lemme know! :D Perhaps this fic isn't over... *evil laugh. Have an awesome day, or dare I say, freaky week! :D