
Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
works/156651.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Final_Fantasy_XIII_Series
  Relationship:
      Hope_Estheim/Oerba_Dia_Vanille
  Character:
      Hope_Estheim, Oerba_Dia_Vanille
  Additional Tags:
      Sex, Kink_Meme, Gran_Pulse
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-01-27 Words: 3853
****** Flipped ******
by MilesAboveFantasy
Summary
     Hope is tired of Vanille taking advantage of him, and he decides to
     get what he wants.
Notes
     This was originally posted fanfiction.net with 2 parts, but on here
     and livejournal, it will be one part :D
     Kink Meme response:
     Original Prompt 2010-03-31 09:41 pm
     Needs moar closetslut!Vanille.
     Vanille/Hope
     Vanille seduces Hope and starts using him whenever she pleases until
     Hope is like 'You know what pigtails? I'm the one with the cock
     here.' and screws her silly. She loves it though.
See the end of the work for more notes
Flipped [HopexVanille] Part 1 of 2
Vanille moaned and stroked her slim fingers through the boy's blond hair as he
forcefully fucked her while he had her pinned down under him, unable to move
during the blissful period of someone having his way with her. She gasped and
let out an occasional cry of protest at Hope's forceful sexual actions. The odd
circumstance wasn't his fault really; she had asked for it. She had made him do
it.
It had all begun several days after arriving on Gran Pulse. It was a surprise
to be sure, but if he thought about it . . . it really made sense. It had been
building up since that day they met on the Hanging Edge. He had thought that
she was so pretty.
She had beautiful hair and she donned skimpy clothing that showed off her legs
so well that if his world had not just ended, he would have slipped his hand
into his pants at the next private moment he got - until the day 'it' happened,
he never had the chance to enjoy them in reverie. Oh! Her smile - it made him
melt every time her beautiful face smiled upon him. It made him hard too. Once,
just once, that night at his house before PSICOM had attacked, he had enjoyed a
brief fantasy of warm, wet lips around him. To this date, that was only a
teased at idea of Vanille's as she toyed with him nightly.
Toying with him nightly - that was what she did. It started out nice; almost as
if she let him do something - allowed him to mess with her and touch her and
kiss her among other things. Almost as if it were a gift. He thought that he
was the one messing with her - feeling and kissing and licking along her
private parts - but now he knew that she was the one messing with him. She was
in it for herself.
He was never in charge. He had never fucked her. It was always her in charge
when his cock was involved. Oh, he was in charge when he was tonguing her or
thrusting his fingers deep into her to the point of moaning, but when it came
to pleasing himself - which was rarely - she was in charge. She had never
sucked him; she never offered and he was both too afraid and too shy to broach
the subject - but she did ride him. Three times. Yeah, he counted. Three times.
The first night was three days after leaving the Fifth Ark. In fact, leaving
the Fifth Ark was what triggered that night. As they were flying through the
air that day, their ship had been hit and Vanille had flown out into the open
air of Gran Pulse with Hope flying out after her, caught up in the force that
would soon strip them of their lives.
Hope had caught Vanille's leg and winced as he felt his arms nearly rip out of
their sockets and Vanille shriek in pain as her leg nearly suffered a similar
fate. Then his body slammed into hers, his face planted in her back and his
chest firmly pressed by the force of gravity into her butt.
"Pull yourself up!" she had hollered from above.
He pulled himself up until his arms were wrapped around her in an almost loving
hug. Vanille giggled at the tickling sensation as Hope sighed his warm breath
onto her neck. Her beautiful hair smelled as fresh as it had at the Hanging
Edge when she had embraced him in comfort; shame that he didn't think how
beautiful she was then.
Next thing he knew, they were flying wildly through the air as Vanille's
fragile grip slipped from the hull of the ship. Hope's heart had jumped into
his throat as he realized that they were going to die. Fear and adrenaline ran
through his blood just as the oxygen ran through his veins. Vanille was crying
in terror above him and he gripped her in reassurance as he called up to her.
"We'll be all right!" It was a lie.
Almost. Then, the great beast Bahamut came roaring from behind them. They
slammed onto the Eidolon's back with nearly painful force; the rest of the
party was all ready along for the ride. Hope sighed a warm, humid sigh of
relieve and Vanille shivered against him.
Then Hope's face blossomed in a violent blush; the shiver of her ass against
his crotch brought awareness to him. He was as hard as a rock. It made sense,
he knew. He had had enough near death experiences to confirm what he had
learned in school; fear caused your body to become aroused - in more way than
one. In other words, it made a guy hard.
This was the first times that he thought more of it other than 'Oh, I'm hard.'
It wasn't a surprise; most of his near death experiences involved nearly dying
. . . obviously, he had had little time to act on his erection. Also, this had
been the first time his near death experience involved being pressed up against
a girl. It was embarrassing - he had no doubt that Vanille wouldn't have
noticed especially as he let out a breathless gasp into her ear as Bahamut shot
downward. Gravity pulled them downward and his erected manhood had rubbed
itself against her rear as he slid forward along her back, arranging him close
enough so that Vanille could hear every last vibration that carried the sounds
of his pleasured gasp.
They eventually made it to the surface of Gran Pulse and made camp at a place
that Fang had called Vallis Media. They were exhausted, so they fell into deep
and blessed sleep that had eluded them for days – if it weren't for the super
human vitality that being a l'Cie offered, they would have died of exhaustion
ten times over. Lightning took the first watch; she was used to several days
with next to no sleep and could handle a couple of more hours better than the
others. Fang volunteered for the next watch; according to her, she needed a
couple of hour's shut eye before she would trust herself to defend the group.
Even before the arrangements were made, Hope and Vanille were cuddled together
in sleep. No one thought a thing of it – the two youngest cuddling was cute and
certainly not sexual in the least.
What a false assumption. Hope could almost laugh at the thought, especially
considering what he was soon to do.
Two nights after arriving on Gran Pulse was when it all began. It was dusk and
the fire had begun to wane when Vanille spoke excitedly like a little kid
volunteering to do a simple task for her favorite teacher. "I'll get some more
firewood! Hope, come with me!"
Fang was like, "Sure. Go ahead – handle the boring stuff all ya' want"
Vanille laughed, then they set off. The trip was quiet. Too quiet. Vanille was
never this quiet.
After about twenty minutes, they reached a nice woody area when Hope spoke.
"Let's collect wood here."
Vanille's lips grew into a devious smile as she spoke. "I've already gathered
all the firewood."
"Oh!" He had said excitedly. "You should've told me! I've been dreading
collecting the wood – now we just need to carry it back."
"Not exactly," Vanille said in an odd voice. "I did it to save time."
"Huh? Save time? For what?" Hope asked, his cute feature contorted in
confusion.
Vanille laughed. It was the sort of laugh that mocked in a caring way that said
'you just don't get it, do you?' Then she spoke. "I did it for us."
Again, Hope was clueless. "What do you mean 'for us?'" He had asked slowly,
carefully as the first hint of what she was suggesting began to sink in.
"Do you remember that ride on Bahamut the other day?" she asked cheekily.
Hope's face fell apart in despair and a part of him died as he realized
instantly what this was about – how he had been turned on and accidently
stimulated himself against her scantily clad body contrary to both of their
wills. But, on the plus side, he felt him self stiffening at the thought –
though she was probably staring down there now which made his blush blossom
anew in a red as blood shade that he had never wished to experience.
"I . . . uh . . ." he began, but only to be silenced by a finger across his
lips.
"Shhh," Vanille said seductively as lips replaced the finger against his own
lips and their tongue clashed in the warm caves of their mouths. Hope moaned
into the kiss – his first – as Vanille's fingers fingered at his stomach under
his clothing as she guided his to her, and then lower. Her arms drifted around
his waist as she pulled him to her until they fell back, his smaller frame
crashing against hers as their tongues continued their dance.
Vanille moaned as Hope crawled up her body and his pants-enshrouded tool
brushed against her areas. He rubbed against her and they were moaning into one
another's mouths. Then he raised his hands from her waist and brought them up
to her breast and gently probed them, causing gentle moans to erupt from her
lips. Hope let out a sudden gasp as she slipped her hands into the back of his
pants and her palms brushed gently against the smooth cheeks.
Hope decided after that action that it would be okay to slip his fingers in –
so he did. He maneuvered his palms from her breast to the hem of her skirt. She
had bucked against his crotch as his finger entered her panties and he gasped a
ragged gasp that would normally signal the other partner to speed up to bring
their lover to an orgasm. His fingers brushed against her coral hair as he
shifted his body to get better control, one of Vanille's legs now between his.
A small signal from Vanille and he lost his control as his fingers slid in to
her without hesitation. Vanille moaned in ecstasy and her wild leg movements
brought Hope to a quick orgasm as he began to rub himself against her beautiful
legs.
Hope's gasps and moans of pleasure and cries of Vanille's name were cried into
her breast as he filled his underwear with warm, sticky fluid.
Vanille removed his fingers from her womanhood as she returned them to their
competition of clashing tongues. Then she rolled Hope off of her and they
rested for a moment, Hope's bliss making the minutes seem as if seconds. Then
Vanille spoke. "Go get cleaned up," she suggested.
Hope's features were glazed over with confusion as the warm swamp of liquid in
his pants became apparent. "Don't you want to finish?" He asked.
Vanille smiled with a small laugh. "I'm fine," she said as she suggestively
rolled over to Hope. "We can always do it again . . ."
Hope's face brightened with a smile as they helped each other up.
It was the beginning of their game.
===
Flipped [HopexVanille] Part 2 of 2
The next night, around dusk, things turned out more or less the same. Vanille
was all, "Yay! Firewood!" and Hope was like, "Sure, I'll go." The rest ignored
their antics – let them go and do the boring stuff if they really want. If only
they knew that the two youngest of the group were getting it on while they made
small talk.
In the woods, things proceeded further to the extent that Hope had tentatively
licked along her womanhood while Vanille caringly stroked her fingers through
his blonde hair. Neither experienced orgasms, but they cuddled for half an
hour; kissing and comforting each other – bonding beyond sex buddies.
The next night was identical – until Hope had licked and sucked at her until
she was calling his name lovingly and orgasmed; Hope tentatively tasted the
warm fluid.
The next night was non-existent in their sex-game, but the results of that
night were a big step forward. Hope had passed out earlier that day and the
team was all knotted up with worry, but then realized the power that he held
within himself, accepted it, and came out of the night stronger. For that, she
would reward him.
The next night was in the outliers of the Archylte Steepe. They pulled the same
stunt with just a little trouble – the Archylte Steepe was infinitely more
dangerous that Vallis Media. Fang had tried to tag along, but Vanille convinced
her not to. She too had grown up on Gran Pulse and was just as qualified to
face the dangers it presented to her. Plus, she and Hope were both l'Cie; Fang
relented. She hadn't really wanted to go anyway; she was just doing what she
could to protect Vanille.
They made out feverishly as they arrived to their new gathering site. Vanille's
fingers quickly undid his pants as she slipped her fingers around his erection.
Hope cried out in shock and then moaned as Vanille gently guided him to the
ground to lie on his back before following him, straddling him around the
waist. She began to kiss him as she loosened her skirt for access for his well
proportioned manhood. He gasped and closed his eyes ecstasy as she slipped her
fingers around his cock, stoking it several times, getting used to how big it
was, before she slowly lowered herself down on it.
Hope moaned and cried out her name as Vanille gasped in surprise at the long
forgotten sensation of penetration; she closed her eyes as Hope's member slowly
became fully ensheathed in her.
Vanille rocked against Hope gently as he trembled in the intense pleasure of
his first time. "Beg," Vanille whispered seductively into his ears; he
hesitated for a moment until she gave him a sharp twist which made him like
jelly - "Please Vanille!" he cried. Within a moment he came as Vanille rode him
without caution; he came with ragged moans and warm, breathless cries of
Vanille's name as she gasped as the warm cum filled her. Vanille continued for
several moments on the still erect Hope as he mentally cooled - though still
amazed by the sensation of her warmth enshrouding him. After a moment, she too
came with a moan and cry; the warmth and the tightness pulled him once again
over the edge.
They rested for a bit and kissed and said how much they care for each other. It
wasn't until later that Hope realized the extent of what they had done and he
prayed to the gods, or whatever there was out there, that she hadn't gotten
pregnant due to their actions.
After that they went back to the childish touching and licking of Vanille's
privates - not once had she stroked or sucked his dick.
Between nights, he occasionally snuck off for a 'bathroom break' in order to
better train himself. He stroked himself until he was panting and his wrist
hurt; then he pulled back to let his body relax before he began masturbating
again. He did this several times over the course of ten minutes before finally
releasing himself to a wonderful orgasm - it was a shame that he had to quit so
soon, but the others may get suspicious. Lightning had questioned him once,
asking if his digestive system was okay; he brushed it off saying that it was
something he ate.
The next time Vanille fucked him was in the same position. He lasted twice as
long as the last time and they finished closer together. He smiled with pride
when Vanille muttered in the roes of sex about how much better he had gotten.
There were several more nights of touching before Vanille fucked him again. As
she was rocking against him, he decided that he wanted to fuck her - to be in
charge and to make her whimper and call his name in ecstasy. He flipped her
over and began to slowly fuck her, but before he knew it, he was on his back
against the ground; the bottom. Not that he minded too much as an orgasm tore
through him.
Things went normal the next several days: kissing and touching. But Hope wanted
more. He wanted to be the one pleasured with her mouth. He wanted to top her,
to give her an amazing orgasm; not the other way around. Most importantly, he
had the cock in this relationship and he was in charge.
Today was the day he was going to be in charge.
He began by changing things up. Vanille was the one who had always excitedly
offered to get the firewood - this time it was him.
"Vanille, lets go get the firewood," he said calmly, but forcefully, in a voice
that dripped with the feeling of 'now.' Vanille was surprised; usually, he sat
around shyly and impatiently, waiting for her - she enjoyed teasing him with
the wait. She giggled. He must be horny, she thought.
The others had thought nothing of it; they had figured that Hope just wanted to
get an early start.
Hope walked at a brisk pace - a goal set in mind - while Vanille struggled to
keep the same pace. She glanced at his legs and noticed that he had grown a
good inch or two since they had met. "Hooopee! Wait uuupppp!" she whined.
"There's no rush - I'm gonna let you touch me now matter how late we get
there." He ignored her.
A couple of minutes later they arrived at their usual site. Immediately, their
lips clashed as they started to feel each other up clumsily, as if it were
still their first time. Vanille gasped in surprise as he gripped her rear
forcefully as his tongue forcefully penetrated her mouth. Hope groaned into the
kiss as he rubbed his crotch against hers. "Take off your clothes," he
whispered, as he began ripping hers and then his off swiftly.
"Hope? What are you doing?" Vanilled hissed. "Stop this!"
Hope ignored her as his underwear brushed against his toes as he removed them
from his slim body. They had never seen each other fully naked before; just the
parts of their bodies that they were using in the heat of the moment. Vanille
stood there awkwardly as she stared at his young naked body; for Hope, there
was no such hesitation as he approached her, his lips meeting her as his dick
brushed against her. Vanille let out a gasp as Hope's fingers slid into her
quickly, and they began to scissor and move around in her.
"Hope!" Vanille demanded. "Stop this!"
Hope gave her a devious smile, then stated confidently. "If you wanted me to
stop, you would stop me." He removed his fingers, the pulled her down until she
was on her knees. "Suck it," he commanded as he slipped his member into her
open mouth. He cried out in pleasure as her warm lips surrounded him and as her
tongue began to dance around his erected manhood. "Yeah, Vanille. I knew you
wanted it. We both know you're a slut."
Vanilled looked up into his eyes from her position and said as she took a
momentary break, "And we both know you are one too."
He smiled, then thrust himself back into her mouth. Vanille moaned as a thin
taste of his precum dripped on to her tongue. Hope cried out as she pulled back
and momentarily had only the head in her mouth while she licked it exclusively,
before taking the whole thing within her mouth and licking the base as she
gently groped his balls..
Hope cried out her name as he came into her mouth; Vanille licked and swallowed
all of it.
"You happy now?" Vanille asked as she pulled her mouth away from his erection
after licking him clean, then her lips.
"No," Hope said as he pushed her to the grassy ground - not roughly, but not
gently either. He fell atop her as his lips ravaged her face. His fingers began
to finger at her nipples as Vanille began to mutter, telling him to stop, but
he knew she didn't mean it as his lips began to mark her neck. "You like that?"
he asked in a confident manner, already knowing the answer, as he raised his
lips to her ear in a whisper.
Then, he slipped his fingers gently around her biceps, causing her to giggle
slightly at the sensation before gasping in surprise as he gripped them,
pinning her to the ground. "This time, you're mine," he whispered.
Then he shifted his body, and his manhood slipped into her; she gasped in
surprise and slight pain as his erection impaled her. She moaned as she felt
herself completely filled. She let out another cry as he pulled out only to
immediately thrust back in, grunting loudly at the warm, wet and incredibly
tight sensation that engulfed his cock. He repeated this several times before
Vanille spoke, "Hope, you need to stop this." But then she cried out
wonderfully as he thrust into her forcefully and hard, trying to get as much of
her as he could.
He kept this up nicely for a while, with her wiggling body trapped under his,
but now she cried out his name in pleasure rather than annoyance. She had
stopped struggling and was savoring the feeling of his manhood being forcefully
shoved within her.
After Vanille's moans had started to become ragged and Hope's grunts long and
drawn out, Hope whispered in her ear. "Beg for it."
"Hope? I'm not going to . . ." she began, and then cried out loudly as he
brought her to the edge, then pulled back, teasing her.
"Beg," he commanded softly. Then he teased her with his fingers - he had messed
with her areas enough to know how to stretch out her pleasure for long periods
of times. His only worry was the he would cum before he could make her beg.
"Come on, Vanille. Beg - unless you don't want to cum," Hope said deviously.
Vanille's eyes widened in shock. He wouldn't . . . would he? She wasn't going
to take that risk.
"Please Hope!" she begged after the next thrust deep into her. "Fuck me! Make
me cum!" she cried, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him closer to
her. Hope grunted in pleasure and glee now that Vanille had finally accepted
that he was in charge. He rotated his hips and the both of them moaned with the
pleasure that that movement brought on.
"Hope!" Vanille cried as she began to cum, her walls tightening around his
member. She cried an moaned and begged as her warm wetness tightened around his
cock, and he couldn't hold back his fluid as it shot within her. He cried out
loudly in his wonder, then he fell upon her in exhaustion.
After a moment's rest, they kissed, muttered nonsense things and dressed. "We
should get back," Hope murmured, noticing the darkening sky. Vanille nodded,
standing and leading the way to the wood.
End Notes
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