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Day 3 - Cooking/ Desserts <3

DISCLAIMER: This is fanfiction kids, don’t try this at home!

Tifa’s never driven something as new as the Regalia, or anything near as fast as it too.

So she hesitates, almost lets the set of keys slip through her fingers when Noctis tosses them to her over the bonnet, grinning widely at the surprised look on her face.

“I call shotgun, yeah?”

He’s kidding around because it’s just the two of them: date four and he’s already letting her drive his precious car, which is probably a good sign but make or break in a new and budding relationship, depending on whether she manages to crash it into a tree and kill the both of them. 

Tifa sent him a wry smile.

“You sure?”

“Of course,” Noctis shrugged, sliding into the passenger side. He leaned over the gearbox to open the door of the driver’s side for her too, ever the gentleman.  “I know you’re a good driver, Tifa.”

Tifa likes to think so too but she doesn’t really feel like it, driving 10mph under the speed limit because all she can concentrate on is Noctis’ unrelenting gaze on her, his attention so undivided that it has her needlessly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and saying:

“Noctis.”

“Hm?”

“You’re distracting me.”

A flash of white teeth revealed his amusement.

“I’m not doing anything but looking at you looking very sexy while driving my car. If you’re distracted, that’s your prerogative.”

Tifa scoffed, appearing unaffected, but the next time she rolled the Regalia to a stop at a red light, she reached over and palmed at his jaw to reorient his face away from hers, which had them both laughing. 

Conceding defeat, Noctis fiddled with the sound system between them, tuning them into a local radio station and then resting a hand on her upper leg. 

The contact is natural, idle for him and them, and Tifa wouldn’t have paid it any mind until she could feel his thumb tracing the line of elastic at the top of her stockings, then his fingers dipping between her thighs.

“Noct—?”

“—Eyes on the road, Tifa,” he said, smirking when she glanced at him with upturned brows. 

It was dusk and she had just turned them onto the highway, where there was no one else and nothing but an endless road through the desert for miles.

Still, it was no excuse to be touching her like that while she was driving, turning her knuckles white from her iron grip on the steering wheel as his hand strayed closer to the arousal pounding between her thighs. 

The more she tried to ignore it, the further his fingers travelled up her skirt and to her eternal horror, Tifa felt her hips cant towards them, her pulse skittering at their proximity. 

The shift, as minute as it was, does not get past Noctis when he finally lets them brush over her centre, feather-light at first, then the second time more purposeful, again and again until he pushes her underwear to one side to seek out the soft wetness that greets him and—

—And that’s when Tifa abruptly swerves the car into a lay-by, causing him to withdraw his hand to maintain his balance against the car’s interior until she screeched them to a halt.

She turned to him and huffed out angrily:

“Noctis! Are you insa—?!”

But he swallows her reprimand with his mouth on hers, unfastening his seatbelt in the process and quicker than she thought humanly possible.

He launched himself towards her, vaguely registering Tifa’s tiny yelp in surprise and her hands carding through the hair on the back of his head.

The position was uncomfortable; Noctis having to lean over the gear stick with one hand braced on the headrest behind her as the other buried itself between her legs once more.

It didn’t matter though because a kind of madness had taken over, a kind of desperation that had their tongues tangling and their hands grappling and Tifa grinding herself against the heel of Noctis’ palm as his fingers slipped and curled and worked their magic inside of her.

He manages to coax an orgasm so hard that it knocks the wind out of her, leaving her gasping and completely consumed by a surging tide of sensation engulfing her entire body.

Noctis drew back just in time to watch her fall apart, easing her through it, letting her ride it out on his fingers and taking advantage of her parted mouth to bite her bottom lip between his teeth and suckle the pain away with his tongue.

“Noctis…” she whines with hooded eyes, all weak and dazed but far from fully satisfied.

He knew what she was thinking.

NocTifa date at the Chocobo Moogle festival!

Art collaboration with zomziekitten (Twitter/Instagram) who drew the adorable original artwork.

I inked and colored Noctis and Tifa. Background asset from the FFXV Chocobo Moogle festival event <3

Noctis would totally try to show off, spend all his gil, HOURS and attempts trying to win the moogle plush for Tifa. Tifa would win it in one try 😂

Commission for @/tifanoctis ^^ For Noctifa week Day1: Festival