#cloud ffvii

cloud comes off as rather nonchalant to most, besides those close to him, but it’s still rare to see him show much emotion. you’re one of the only ones who can really pull it from him.

like right now. you weren’t doing anything particularly sultry, just laying in bed in a silk nightgown, bathed in warm lamplight whilst reading a book. a regular night for you.

but when cloud came in after his shower, his eyes widened slightly.

you just looked so… comfortable. and beautiful. and your skin was so smooth, your hair falling perfectly against the pillow… his head was flooded with thoughts of nothing but you.

you glanced up from your book, blinking a few times. “baby..?” your voice is soft. “everything okay?”

“ah- yeah.” cloud murmured, closing the remaining distance between where he stood and the bed. he crawled across the sheets over to you, gently taking your book from your hands and setting it down.

he looked at you with those soft blue eyes, a silent request for attention.

you hum softly, taking the hint, and shifting to accommodate for him. he wrapped his arms around your waist and buried his face in your warm chest, feeling the silk of your nightgown against his skin.

“tired?” you ask softly, a little confused as to his sudden neediness.

“a little.” he muttered into your skin, inhaling your scent like a drug. you wanted to tease him like you usually would for being this clingy, but you didn’t.

you just cradled the back of his head with one hand, fingers sliding through his slightly damp blonde locks.

he reached over you and shut off the bedside lamp, letting out a soft huff into your skin as he pulled you impossibly closer, limbs tangling with yours underneath the sheets.

moments like these were rare with him. he wasn’t a fan of affection, even in private, but when it came to you… he could make exceptions.

||a/n: this is gonna flop bc nobody likes ffvii on tumblr but hey it’s okay my flop era is lowkey serving

18+

To everyone in the slums of sector seven, cloud is very closed off and short with them. Even with his closest friends. They see a side of him that others don’t, sure. He’s warm to them to an extent.

Not with you though.

Cloud needs to be near you at all time. Needs to be touching you so he can actually feel something. After years of pain, fighting, and loss, you were the comfort Cloud has been looking for. The sense of peace you bring to his life makes his heart race everytime you were around.

You weren’t dating but were extremely close. You wanted him to be yours, however with his past traumas that he’d been working on, you were willing to wait for Cloud.

When you’re alone in the quiet solace of your apartment, Cloud will sneak over to slip into your bed. You purposely leave the door unlocked for this reason.

“Sorry for waking you, baby. Just need you to hold me.”

You always obliged, no matter the time or how tired you are. Once we was in your bed, you turned to face his back and wrapped an arm around his stomach to spread your hand over his chest.

“I still can’t believe you love to be the big spoon,” you murmured into his back.

“Shut up,” he retorts back with no ounce of malice.

When you’re walking through the markets of the slums, Clouds fingers would brush against yours. Not fully linking your fingers together but just enough of a brush you sent a spread of heat through you.

When you’re with your group of friends, having drinks at Seventh Heaven, Cloud is either sitting next to you at the bar. Or when it’s too busy and both of you are standing, he’s right behind you. His body heat engulfing you as his hand is spread across your lower back.

“Too many people in here,” he whispers in your ear. “Don’t like it.”

You gaze up at him through your lashes as you take a small sip of your drink. “Just a little bit longer and we can go back to your place and I’ll let you sleep with your head in my lap. I’ll even run my fingers through your hair in the way you like.”

Cloud grunts while moving closer behind you, his broad chest against your back. “You’re lucky I like the way you look in that dress.”

When you’re in the quiet of your apartment, buried deep under your blankets, you’re about to let sleep take you when you hear the door to your apartment open.

“You awake?”

Instead of speaking, you threw the blanket off of you, inviting Cloud to join. As he climbed into your bed, you were ready to turn over to hold him but a firm hand on your hip kept your back to him.

“I need you,” his voice is rough.

“Cloud, I’m right here,” you said, burying your face deeper into your pillow.

“No,” he brushed his nose against your ear as he nibbled on your lobe. “I need you, baby. I need to feel your pussy.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest, fast and hard. Never had your moments together turned sexual. Sure, you two flirted a lot and there had been some wandering hands. But never this.

You looked over your shoulder at him, those blue eyes so bright in the darkness. “What do you need, Cloud?”

His hands lifted up your shirt, up past your ass, and you felt his rough fingers pulling at your panties.

“Just need to keep my cock warm for me, alright? Need to feel you so fucking close.”

Wetness pooled between your legs at hearing the desperation in his voice so with a nod, you faced forward again and pressed your ass against his hardening cock.

“Go as deep as you need to,” you breathed.

Cloud made quick work of your panties, moving them to the side just enough so he could press his cock inside of you. It fit perfect and both of you shared a whimper, not knowing how badly you both needed this.

“Fuck, baby girl. I’m going to want this tight cunt every night. That alright?”

“Mm, yes. Every night. It’s yours,” you moaned before getting more comfortable in bed. “Night, Cloud.”

He kissed the side of your head then buried himself all of the way inside of you. Arms tight around you, he let out a long and content breath.

“Sweet dreams.”