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Zack the puppy, always eager to please. That truly was his goal in life, and that didn't falter when it came to you. Nights together usually ended in sex, which was no surprise. Being under the thumb of Shinra was commonplace for those that resided in Midgar, no matter the person's occupation, and with that came stress galore. To relieve said stress (and whatever pent up energy Zack had at the end of the day), sex was the easiest and most enjoyable option.
Tonight, he was "taking charge." His words, exactly, though you were certain you'd still be the one pulling the strings. Zack, boisterous and loud, was still insecure when it came to certain things. His resolve faltered when it came to sex, and that meant you took the lead, guiding him where needed. Didn't help either he had a few quirks about him. You suspected he had a thing for degrading himself, though you wouldn't press the issue. And, if you were honest, it made him even more eager to please, and that never ended badly.
As you were lowered to the bed, back against the mattress, lips trailed down your body, from the small kisses behind your ear, the lingering sucks and bites to your neck, to soft kisses to your breasts before one nipple was poised between his lips. Your hands combed through his hair, breathy moans escaping you, as one of his hands reached up to play with the unoccupied bud not being sucked on. Looking down, those lovely, electric eyes stared back, wide and blown.
"Am I doing good?" Was his first question, and you knew what Zack was looking for. A nod was all you gave, teasing him in that small way. He groaned in response, taking his free hand and running it down your side. His callused fingers slipped beneath the band of your underwear, hovering just above your core. Part of you wanted to buck up, have his fingers meet you, but you knew how to play the game to get even more than what you were hoping for.
"Please, can I touch you? I want to make you feel so good." Zack had stopped playing with your nipples to lean up, his face so close to your own.
"You always make me feel good. You're the best." That made him really groan, his fingers tamping down to circle your clit. While it played right into what he wanted to hear, it wasn't a lie. He was truly the best. First class treatment all the way.
"Does it feel good? Do I make you feel good?" The probing questions almost made you giggle, were it not for the pressure building up. Truly masterful, he had moved, slipping two fingers inside, his thumb still playing with that sensitive bud. Nonetheless, it was still part of what he wanted.
Zack had never outright said he loved being praised, but you figured it out so quickly. Though, if it hadn't been for him fishing for compliments any time you two were intimate, it may have taken a slight bit longer.
"You make me feel so, so, so good -- aaahh!" His fingers curled right in the moment the last word left your lips, finding that gummy spot of nerves. Pace relentless, Zack kept going with skillful speed, the pressure bursting and the first of many orgasms overtook you. Skillful fingers went in and out, helping you ride out that orgasm, Zack's soft smile guiding you through.
Pulling his fingers out, Zack stuck them inside his mouth, licking them clean. He once said he did it so he wouldn't get the bed dirty, but he never thought about all the other parts of sex that did just that, with sheets needing to be done more than usual.
"Did I do good enough to...?" He never finished his question, but from the way he guiding your panties down your body, you knew what he wanted. Allowing him to throw them to the side, you cupped his cheeks and pulled him in for a long, heated kiss, distracting him enough to reposition yourself and line up before reaching down to slide his boxers down and stroke him. He was painfully hard, the precum slicking your hand, his moans getting buried in your mouth. Breaking the kiss, he took his boxers off all the way, throwing them into some corner of the room to be discovered some other day.
Getting back into position, you stroked him again, leaning up on one elbow to whisper in his ear. "You never finished asking, Zack. What do you want to do to me?"
He groaned, but not from pleasure. Hiding his face in your neck, he took a deep breath in. "I --ah-- I wanna be inside you. I wanna make you feel even better. Am I worthy of that?"
His insecurities never really revealed themselves too often, and it often came out when he wanted to be slightly in charge. If you were being honest, you weren't worthy of what was about to come your way, but you weren't going to admit that right now, not when he was one phrase away from stretching you open and pounding you into the mattress.
"You're the only person worthy of that, because you're absolutely perfect." It took him a moment to process that, but when he did your hand was moved away and his head was teasing at your entrance, slipping in painfully slow. Feet planted on the mattress, you rolled your hips forward, pushing him in deeper, throwing your head back as he filled you up. The stretch never hurt, you were always too worked up for it to, but you still felt it no matter how many times you let him in. Once he was all in, your legs wrapped around his hips, anchoring yourself in the only way you knew how.
Sex like this was primal. One hand gripped your hip while the other stabilized him as he began thrusting. Years of Shinra training made his body a well oiled machine for many tasks, and this was one. His hips met yours in rough slams, but the brutal pace was welcomed. There was just something right about holding onto him for dear life while let his inhibitions go.
Egging him on never helped either.
"So, so, so good Zack. Fuck--you're so good!" Variations of that fell from your lips every now and then. And when it did, you were treated to a loud moan from Zack and a quickened pace. The hand on your hip found its way back to your clit, rubbing and playing with it, sending you over the edge for the second time. Then a third. And continued on until it was becoming uncomfortable. Each time Zack slowed down, let you ride it out and come back full force before he continued. He was thoughtful in that way, making sure you were well taken care of before he even thought of himself. It's part of what made him an almost perfect lover.
"Zack, baby," you combed through his hair once again, the signal for him to slow down, "too much, mmmm, yeah way too much." Your voice was rough and tired, worn down from his work. His forehead touched your own as he nodded, letting up and allowing his pace to change, focusing on chasing his own pleasure for the moment. Coming undone, he let out one last moan, emptying himself inside you, slumping down in exhaustion once he was spent.
Holding him tight, you never really paid any attention to how heavy he was on top of you, just that he was content in your arms, still inside, waiting for when he could move again.
"I'm gonna pull out, okay? I'll be right back." His own voice was rough and tired, and all you managed was a soft "mmmm" in return. Getting up, he walked into the bathroom and returned a warm, wet washcloth, cleaning you up.
"Hey, (Y/n)?"
"Yeah?"
"You're not, like, faking all that when we do it, right?"
A small giggle accompanied the soft smile on your face. "Zack, do you know how many girls would die for this treatment? The entire time, all you did was do anything to make me feel good. So no, I faked absolutely zero percent of that."
"Whew," he flopped on the bed next to you, clearly exhausted, "good. I just...I know I love it when you praise me--"
"An understatement, really--"
"But, I also want it to be real, ya know?"
Curling up to him, head resting on his chest, you nodded, understanding his fears. Unlike the rest of SOLDIER, he didn't participate in gossip, but he certainly heard it, and surely tales of many a faked orgasm abounded.
"Trust me, if you were to brag no one would believe you. But, believe this. You're a god among men when it comes to sex."
His heart beat quickened and he shifted slightly. It was your turn to groan. "Really, Zack? You're hard AGAIN!?"
"What!? That was like...the best compliment ever!"