#final fantasy remake

Eventually the crowd lessens. Tifa excuses herself for a moment, seeking out Cloud. She taps his shoulder and he turns, bending so she can whisper something in his ear. She points in your direction and Cloud makes sudden eye contact with you.

Something jolts in your belly as you look away.

Tifa returns a moment later. “I’m so sorry to do this. Barret just informed me Marlene is very sick, and he’s too drunk to look after her. Could you close the bar? Cloud agreed to stay and be your muscle if you need him.”

You give Tifa a dubious look, agreeing for Marlene’s sake and Marlene’s sake only. Tifa’s eyes twinkle as she wishes you farewell, winking as she departs.

Once the last person leaves Cloud locks the door.

There’s an awkward tension lingering. All the glasses have been washed, and you’re setting them out to dry when the sensation of being watched prickles at the back of your neck. You whip around to find Cloud on the other side of the bar, elbows perched on top of it.

“Do we have a problem?” You ask.

Cloud’s head tilts slightly, expression as neutral as neutral can be. “Seems like it, since you’ve been staring at me all night,” he retorts.

Your cheeks flush hotly, embarrassment creeping up your throat. “I wasn’t staring at you!” It’s a pathetic attempt to protest. You know it. Cloud knows it.

“No? Then what had you so intrigued?” Cloud straightens and crosses his arms.

“Maybe I have a crush on Biggs. He is handsome, y’know.” You round the corner, coming to a stop a few feet in front of Cloud.

Both his brows raise. “He is,” Cloud agrees easily. “I just didn’t think you were a liar. Tifa mentioned you couldn’t keep your eyes off me.”

Damn Tifa.

No point in denying it now. You rest your lower back against the bar, chin lifting in defiance. “And? So what if I was staring at you. Big deal.” The nervous butterflies in your belly are a stark contrast to the bold words.

Cloud hums. Takes a few measured steps towards you. Slowly, he uncrosses his arms. Slowly, he braces a hand on either side of you, using the bar top to hold his weight and cage you in. He dips his head. “Okay fine, you weren’t staring. You were eye fucking me.”

The loud hammering of your heart surely reaches Cloud’s ears. Beating so hard it echoes in your fingertips. “I - I wasn’t—,”

“You were,” Cloud insists. His eyes are so bright up close. Such a pretty blue, tinted mako green. He further erases the space and your hands fly to his chest. Cloud smirks and whispers, “If you wanted to have sex with me, all you had to do was ask.”

“Cloud,” you breathe, fingers fisting his tank top. The air’s become thick and charged between you, and your mind blanks. The word, “Please,” is all that falls from your lips.

Cloud inches closer, nose brushing over yours. His breath is warm against your lips. “I said ask me.”

“Cloud, please, can we have sex?”

“How sweet,” Cloud teases. “Of course we can.” His hands find your hips, thumbs slipping under your shirt to rub at the bone there. The leather of his gloves is smooth. “Jump for me.”

Cloud’s grip tightens as you jump, lifting you with ease to set you on the edge of the bar top. His lithe form fits between your thighs, hands sliding up your waist, fingers dancing over your ribs, and come to rest on either side of your neck.

It’s instinct to curl your fingers around his wrists as his thumbs caress your jaw. He applies a little pressure to tilt your head, eyes darting across your face, and kisses you. Soft and warm, his lips coax yours to move. Meeting once, twice, three times — before you break the kiss. A second passes before you lock lips again.

Cloud sighs through his nose when you lick his lower lip. He places his hands on your upper thighs and opens his mouth. The moment his hot tongue glides across yours is when you start aching to be filled. Your head turns to catch your breath, chest heaving. Cloud latches onto your throat, kissing and sucking and leaving marks because he can.

You fumble with the button on his pants but he snatches your wrists. “Wait,” he says, retreating from your throat to look you in the eye. He steps away, pulling the sword off his back, and rests it out of reach on the bar top. He loses the rest of his gear and his tank top.

“You are so fucking hot,” you whine, already tugging your own shirt free. Your bra goes next. “It’s not fair.”

The corner of Cloud’s mouth ticks up. “Yeah and you make my mouth water.” Cloud keeps his eyes on your tits as he moves in close, biting his lip. He cups them both, squeezing with an appreciative hum, and your head tilts towards the ceiling.

You moan when he pinches a nipple. “Cloud, hurry up,” you urge. Your hands find the button on his pants again and thumb it open.

“Be my guest,” he teases. His fingers lace together behind his head, allowing your hands to run down his stomach, nails scratching at his happy trail, before hooking your fingers in his waistband.

The tip of his cock catches on his briefs as they’re yanked down, bobbing free before hanging hard and heavy. His breath hitches when you take him in hand, stroking teasingly.

You lightly cup his balls and he squirms. “Enough,” he says, batting your hand away.

You show mercy, leaning back and bracing your weight on your hands, toeing off one of your sneakers. Cloud pats your hip and your ass rises, pants and underwear tugged down and left to dangle off one ankle.

One foot gets braced on a nearby bar stool and Cloud hooks your other thigh on his hip, dragging your ass to the edge. “Next time I wanna suck you off,” you say, regretting not getting on your knees first.

The tip of his dick rubs over your clit and a moan gets stuck in your throat.

He chuckles, uses his thumb to angle his cock down, and pushes forward. “Only if I get to taste you — fuck,” he curses as he slides inside. His voice is strained when he murmurs, “Your pussy is mind blowing.”

Your mouth drops open, softly panting at the erotic view of Cloud’s cock vanishing in your pussy. He pulls out, cock already wet and shiny, and pushes in. You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Fuck, Cloud. Faster.”

“Yes, princess.” He quickens the pace, thrusting in short harsh snaps of his hips. Firm hands keep your thighs spread wide. “Play with yourself, wanna watch.”

The pleasure spikes when your fingers circle your clit, consistent and delicious. “Cloud,” you whimper. “M’close!”

“That’s it,” Cloud pants. He clutches your waist, fingers splayed across the lower section of your ribcage. “Wanna see you unravel on my cock.”

It’s an accident when your hand slips further and your fingertips touch Cloud. It’s on purpose when you spread your fingers in a v shape on either side of your pussy, Cloud’s cock brushing against them with each thrust.

Cloud whimpers. You steal a glance at his face and his lips part, brows pinched as his lashes lower, heavy with desire. Your breath stills for a few seconds, lids fluttering shut.

Right as the pleasure starts to overflow Cloud pinches your chin, forces your neck to bend. “Look at me,” he demands.

Your eyes pop open wide. “Cloud,” you breathe, the word choked off as your nails dig into his shoulder. Your thighs shake as you cum.

His eyes close briefly. “Fuck, that’s so hot.” They open again, giving off a neon glow. The tension in your body wanes and Cloud’s dick slips free, twitching towards his bellybutton. He tugs you off the bar top, shoves at your shoulders. You fall to your knees in understanding.

Cloud strokes himself with fervor, bicep flexing as his chest heaves. You stick your tongue out, palms resting on his thighs, and he sucks air in between his teeth. His other hand rests on the back of your head to guide you closer. The tip of Cloud’s cock sits on your tongue as he gives himself a few more quick strokes.

He cums with a harsh exhale.

Most of it lands in your mouth, a little hits your cheek when his dick throbs. You swallow, scrunching your nose at the salty taste. Cloud’s using his tank top to wipe your face clean in a flash.

“Sorry.” His cheeks flush pink as he offers you a hand.

You accept, standing and stretching your arms overhead. You sigh happily, “Worth it.” Cloud glances at your tits.

Getting dressed is a slow affair, savoring the afterglow of good sex. Cloud looks at his balled up tank top, looks at the door, and furrows his brow. He’ll have to walk home shirtless.

“You can stay with me,” you offer, setting a hand on Cloud’s bicep.

He smiles, and it’s softer than any smile you’ve ever seen him wear. It makes him look younger. “Only because you ruined my shirt.”

You laugh, squeezing his bicep. “That was entirely your fault.”